
-&y ELIZABETH BILLIN65 STUART 



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MISERY LOVES COMPANY 

When I am in the worst disgrace 
And toward the wall must turn my face, 
'Twould be far more than I could bear 
Without my friendly playthings there ; 
Though Mother says that's sad for they've 
Not even tried to misbehave 1 




6y ELIZABETH BILLINGS STUART 



CHICAGO 

STANI5N-4MET© 


PUBLISHERS 



Copyrighted 1920 
Stanton & Van Vliet Company 

(Entered Stationers Hall, London, England) 


MAR 22 1920 


©01. A 566197 


This book is lovingly dedicated 
to 

The Real Cricket 
who was the inspiration for these 
stories 


TABLE OF CONTENTS 


Page 

Misery Loves Company 5 

Birds of a Feather Flock Together 13 

Bushy Tail Squirrel 22 

Bushy Tail’s Home 28 

Sweets to the Sweet 32 

The New Tent 39 

A Friend in Need Is a Friend Indeed 44 

Rags 51 

Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child 56 

The Walking Doll 62 

Love Me, Love My Dog 67 

Frisky Fido Falls in the Lemonade 73 

A Stitch in Time Saves Nine 78 

The Circus , 84 

What Can’t Be Cured Must Be Endured 89 

Tags Finds Billy Raccoon 95 

It’s an 111 Wind That Blows Nobody Good 100 

Petie Pig 107 

April Showers Bring May Flowers 112 

Rags and the Sticky Fly-Paper 120 


Misery Loves Company 


TTLE Jackie Jinks lived in a great, white house at 



the top of a big, green hill. He had no little brothers 
or sisters of his own, but he had many small friends and his 
little cousin Cricket, whom he loved very dearly. 

He also had many pretty and amusing toys as well as 
many live and loving pets. You see this great, white house 
at the top of the big, green hill was really in the country. 

And oh, what fun it is to live in the wonderful country ! 
Lovely birds sing from all of the trees. Beautiful flowers 
bloom by the road-side and in the green fields. Little fishes 
swim in the sparkling brooks. The pretty, feathered hens 
cackle joyfully, for they have been laying nice, big eggs 
for us to eat. The gentle cows moo for some one to milk 
them, so that we may have the fresh, sweet milk to drink. 

Now Jackie had a cat, such a pretty white and gray 
striped cat. Her name was Paws. She was called that 
because whenever she wanted you to do anything for her 
or when she wanted something to eat, she would sit up 
on her hind feet, jerk her whiskers, sniff and wave her 
front paws in the air. 

Whenever Jackie stroked her silky fur, she would hum 


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a soft little song. Almost everybody calls it purring, but 
anyway this is what she sang : 

“Oh, I love Jackie and he loves me 
We’re kind to each other as can be.” 

It was all very true, every word of it. Jackie did love 
Paws and surely Paws loved Jackie better than anything 
in the whole world. Then, too, they were always kind and 
gentle with one another. 

Whenever Jackie had a nice glass of milk to drink, he 
always saved a part of it for Paws. Now Paws was 
so polite that she would look up at Jackie and thank him 
with a grateful “m-e-o-w,'* before she would even taste 
her milk. Then she would lap it up with her prickly, red 
tongue. 

Of course some of the milk would spatter onto her face 
and whiskers, try as hard as she might to prevent it. You 
see, she had no napkin, so when she had finished the milk, 
she would sit up on her hind legs, use her front paws for 
a wash cloth and towel and wash her face nice and clean. 

One day Jackie’s mother had company, so she said, 
“Jackie, I wish that you would go up in the nursery and 
play with your toys while I visit with my friends.’’ 

“Yes, mother, but please may Paws come too?” asked 
Jackie. 

“Certainly, my dear,’* replied his mother; “and if you 



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will be a very, very good boy, I will ask Cook to bring 
you a nice, brown doughnut with your glass of milk.” 

“I will be good, mother! I will be good!” promised 
Jackie, as he put his arms about her neck and kissed her. 

Then he ran to the basket where Paws lay fast asleep. 
He was so eager to play that he quite forgot to let her 
stretch as she liked to do when awaking from a nap. He 
just caught her up in his arms and ran with her to the 
bright, sunny nursery. 

Here all of his toys waited for him, ready to join in a 
game or romp of any kind. Jackie smiled a welcome 
to them all, then put Paws down carefully on the nice, soft 
rug in the sunshine. 

“Oh, I know what I will do!” he cried, “I will have a 
circus.” 

First he took the white, wooden ring out of its drawer 
and placed it in the center of the room. Then he brought 
out the elephant Jumbo and put Teddy Bear on his back. 

“Now don’t you fall off, Teddy Bear, for Jumbo feels 
very frisky and is going to run around this ring like any- 
thing,” warned Jackie as he shook his finger at Teddy 
Bear. 

“Now, Jack-in-the-box, you may watch us perform and 
hold my toy balloon for me,” promised Jackie as he fas- 
tened the string of the gay balloon to the jolly Jack-in-the- 
box. 


MISERY LOVES COMPANY 


9 


“Paws, you must stay awake now and watch us. It 
will soon be your turn to jump over the drum stick. Now 
remember!” warned Jackie. 

Paws winked and blinked her eyes in a sleepy promise, 
then began to sing her little song: 

“Oh, I love Jackie and he loves me. 

We’re kind to each other as can be.” 

Then Jackie spied the circus mule. Such a wonderful 
trained mule ! He could bend and turn almost any way 
that Jackie fancied. Why, he could even balance on one 
leg on the little white ladder, or even stand on his head. 

So the circus began with Teddy Bear trying to ride 
Jumbo around the ring, but somehow Teddy Bear could 
not stay on Jumbo’s back. His gait was too uneven and 
uncertain, for sometimes Jackie, without even meaning to 
do so, would pull Jumbo too fast or jerk him up quickly. 
So Teddy Bear was forever falling off and Jackie was 
forever putting him back and scolding him. 

“Now, Teddy Bear, if you fall off from Jumbo again, 
you can’t be in this circus any more,” cried Jackie. 

Just then there was a rat-a-tat-tat at the door and in came 
Cook with a nice, big glass of fresh milk and, yes, on the 
plate was a beautiful, brown doughnut. 

Jackie had played and worked so hard that he was just 
as hungry as could be. He forgot everything, ran to the 


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Cook and eagerly drank his glass of milk, then he remem- 
bered that he had not been polite. 

Instantly he stopped drinking and with a smile which 
plainly begged, “Please excuse me, Cook,” he said aloud, 
“Thank you, Cook, for my lunch.” Then he drank EVERY 
DROP of the milk. The kind Cook patted him lovingly 
and replied, “You are welcome, Jackie Jinks.” Then she 
left him to his circus. 

Jackie laughed. His cheeks were almost as pink as his 
rompers and his big, blue eyes sparkled. 

“Me-o-w ! M-e-o-w ! ” cried Paws. 

Jackie looked down, and there sat Paws on her hind 
legs, waving her front paws and begging for some milk. 

Jackie looked at the empty glass and then at poor Paws. 
He felt so ashamed to have forgotten his dear pet that his 
eyes filled with tears. He put his face against Paws’ soft 
fur and whisperd in her ear : 

“I was a bad, selfish boy. I drank all of the milk, EVERY 
DROP.” 

“M-e-o-w! M-e-o-w!” insisted Paws, for she could 

not believe that Jackie had forgottten her. She thought it 
must be a joke. 

Jackie felt like he had been very selfish and naughty and 
the little voice in his heart kept saying : 

“You ought to be punished! You ought to be pun- 
ished!” 


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“M-e-o-w ! M-e-o-w!” cried the hungry Paws. 

Now Jackie knew that he would never feel right about 
it until he was punished, so he thought and thought what 
the punishment should be. 

“I will stand in the corner with my face to the wall, yes, 
I will,” he declared. 

You see, Jackie disliked to stand still in the comer worse 
than anything, and so he always became a better boy 
quicker when he had this to do. 

As he started for the darkest corner, he looked back 
longingly at the circus ring and the toy animals, then he 
thought: 

“Why, they are naughty too. They should stand in the 
corner with me. It was because they were all so bad that 
I got so hungry and forgot poor Paws,” sighed Jackie, 
eager to fix the blame for his selfishness upon someone or 
something. 

“Jumbo was bad because he threw Teddy Bear off 
from his back so often. Teddy Bear was bad because he 
wouldn’t get up on Jumbo by himself. Jack-in-the-box 
was bad because he just laughed at us all the time. They 
must all stand in the corner with me.’’ 

So Jackie took just one bite from the beautiful, brown 
doughnut and then stood in the corner with the circus 
animals all around him. 

Now Paws winked and blinked and began to feel very 


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sorry for Jackie and sorry to think that she was the cause 
of all this trouble. Then the little voice in her heart began 
to say : 

“You were naughty because you kept crying for the 
milk after Jackie told you that it was all gone.” 

So Paws got up and slowly walked over to the corner. 
She sat down right behind Jackie with her face to the 
corner. Then she became aware that right above her nose, 
dangling from Jackie’s hand, was the beautiful, brown 

doughnut. She sniffed it and tasted it, then winked and 
blinked her eyes and said : 

“M-e-o-w! M-e-o-w!” which meant, “Jackie, we are 
all here. It is nice to be together anyhow. It isn’t so lone- 
some, is it? I guess that the old proverb, which my mother 
taught us, is right: ‘Misery Loves Company.* ” 


Birds of a Feather Flock Together 

day, Jackie Jinks saw the post-man drive up to 
their mail box and carefully drop a letter into it. 

Now Jackie had a dog, such a happy, jolly little fox- 
terrier dog. Her name was Tags and she was called that 
because she always tagged Jackie wherever he went. She 
loved Jackie and he loved her. 

Tags was the mother of two cunning baby puppies. 
They were both white with brown spots on their ears, tails 
and sides. They were forever playing and tumbling with 
one another or teasing their mother. 

“I will beat you to the post box. Tags!” cried Jackie 
Jinks. 

Away he ran as fast as his little feet would carry him 
with Tags bounding and barking at his side, while the 
puppies rolled and tumbled after them. Down the winding 
driveway, bordered on either side by beautiful, big maple 
trees, and on to the road they ran. Jackie kept gaining 
and gaining, for Tags had to turn often and look after her 
babies, so it was that Jackie won the race. 

“Hello, Jackie Jinks!” called the good natured post- 
man. “That letter I just dropped in the box was for you. 

Just wait and I will get it for you.” 

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“Oh, thank you!” cried Jackie, as he clasped the letter 
tightly in both hands and started to run back to the house. 
Then he remembered that such haste was not quite polite, 
so he called back : 

“How is your horse? And how is your little girl?” 

“They are both very well, I thank you,” laughed the 
post-man as he clucked to his big, gray horse and started 
on his way to deliver the remaining letters. 

“Mother, mother!” called Jackie excitedly as he saw 
her picking lovely, gay tulips from the flower bed on the 
lawn. 

“I have a letter, a real letter! It is for me, mother! 
The post-man said so.” 

“Why, so it is for you!” smiled his mother as Jackie 
handed her the dainty, little note. 

“Please read it to me, mother, and hurry, oh, hurry!” 
begged Jackie, his bright face eager and flushed. And 
this is what his mother read : 

Dear Jackie: 

I am coming to make you a visit. I will be at your 

house early Thursday morning. Your mother told 

my mother that it would be all right. 

Y our loving cousin. 

Cricket. 


P. S. I have a surprise for you. 


BIRDS OF A FEATHER 


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“Oh, goodie. Cricket is coming to visit me! Oh, 
goodie!” cried Jackie. “Thursday is tomorrow. I wish 
today was tomorrow!” 

“Of course you do, but it is very nice to have something 
so pleasant to look forward to all this day,” laughed his 
mother. 

“Yes, it is,” agreed Jackie. “And, anyway, it will 
soon be noon, then it will be afternoon, then night-time, 
then tomorrow.” 

So Jackie spent the day arranging and rearranging his 
toys and putting everything in perfect order for Cricket’s 
visit. 

At last it was bed time. In fact Jackie asked to be put 
to bed earlier than usual, for he wanted to awake very early 
and be all ready to see Cricket when she arrived. 

After he had said his prayers and his mother had told 
him a nice bed-time story, he kissed her a loving good-night 
and then as he lay waiting for the Sandman to bring the 
sleep powder, he kept saying : 

“I want to see Cricket. I want to see Cricket. I wonder 
what the surprise is! I wonder what the surprise is! I 
wonder, I w-o-n-d-e-r — ” He could only dream the rest, 
for the Sandman had arrived and the sleep powder had 
put him to sleep. 

When Jackie awoke, the sun was shining brightly in 
upon him, as if to coax him to come out and play. As he 


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lurried over and looked up, there was his mother bending 
over him, smiling and with loving arms outstretched. 

“Good morning, Jackie Jinks!” she cried. “I thought 
that you never, never would wake up!” 

“Has Cricket come?” asked Jackie in alarm. 

“Oh, no, but we will only have time to get you ready 
before she does,” replied his mother. 

And sure enough, Jackie had only just been bathed, 
dressed and eaten a nice, little boy’s breakfast when he 
heard the Honk! Honk! of a motor car coming up the 
driveway. 

“Jackie! Jackie!” called Cricket as they neared the 
house. 

“Cricket! Cricket!” cried Jackie as he ran to meet her 
with Paws in his arms and Tags at his heels, wagging her 
short tail in a wild welcome. 

My, oh my, how happy they all were to see one 
another ! T ags barked joyously and Paws sang this song : 

“Oh, I love Cricket and she loves me. 

We’re kind to each other as can be.” 

“Here is the surprise, Jackie, but you must make three 
guesses before I show it to you,” said Cricket. 

Jackie looked eagerly and long at the neat wicker 
hamper, which the chauffeur held out to him. 



BIRDS OF A FEATHER FLOCK 
TOGETHER 

It's fun to wear " fine feathers " and 
Pretend I'm someone great and grand 
In apple blossom weather ; 

The geese and goslings seem to know 
Just how. to play that way, and so 
We all parade together! 



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“It is a dog,” guessed Jackie, for he had heard a slight 
movement inside of the hamper and knew that it held 
something alive. 

“No! No!” laughed Cricket delightedly. “Now that 
is one guess. Try again.” 

“I guess that it is a cat,” ventured Jackie. 

“No! No! It is something that you have never had 
in all your life ; and this is your last guess, so be careful,” 
advised Cricket. 

Jackie looked troubled, thought deeply, then clapped his 
hands and cried gleefully : 

“Oh, I know! It is a bear!” 

Everyone shouted with laughter, while his mother said, 
“Why, Jackie Jinks, bears are very large and heavy, but 
you see this hamper is small and light.” 

“Yes, but I thought it might be a baby bear,” replied 
Jackie, laughing too. 

“The three guesses are up, so now look, Jackie!” cried 
Cricket as she unfastened the cover of the hamper. 

Jackie looked and there was the cutest, little white 
bunny. She had long, white ears, lined with shell pink, 
and her deep pink eyes glowed almost red. 

“Oh, oh!” cried Jackie. “Isn’t she lovely! Let me 
take her. Please let me take her in my arms!” 

Cricket lifted the little, white fur animal by her long 
ears into Jackie’s outstretched arms. 


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“What is her name?” inquired Jackie as he gently 
stroked her. 

“Snow-white, and isn’t she dear!” exclaimed Cricket. 

“She is the best surprise that I ever had and I love her. 
I thank you. Cricket, a heap and a heap for her,” replied 
Jackie Jinks. 

“We must ask the gardener to build a little house for 
Snow-white this very day,” said his mother. 

Now Cricket was a little city girl and lived in a big, 
brick house on a beautiful boulevard. She did not have 
any pets there and she could not pick the flowers which 
grew in the parkway. So to romp over this great country 
lawn, breathe the sweet, fresh air and pick arms full of 
flowers was a perfect joy to her. 

She visited the cows and the big eyed baby calves down 
in the green pasture. And there she petted the horses and 
fed the baby colts sugar. She played with the baby 
chickens and was scolded by the mother hens. The big, 
white, mother duck called all of her fluffy, yellow baby 
ducks to her and said : 

“Cricket loves all of the animals and fowls, big and 
little. We all love her in return and now I want you to 
show her how you can swim.” 

“Quack! Quack! Quack!” replied the baby ducks 
politely, and which meant : 

“Yes, mother, we will be glad to swim for Cricket.*’ 


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So the little ducks ran to the pond as fast as their funny, 
webbed feet would take them and plunged into the cool 
water. 

“Oh, Jackie, look at the baby ducks!” cried Cricket. 
“They are standing on their heads!” 

Sure enough, there was nothing to be seen of the baby 
ducks but their little, yellow tails. Suddenly Mother 
Duck said, “Quack! Quack!” and up bobbed the little 
ducks and away they swam, making perfect circles. 

“My, oh, my! how fast they go and how proud their 
mother is of them!” exclaimed Cricket, then she called: 

“Come, Jackie, let us dress up like grand, big people 
and have a parade!” 

“All right,” agreed Jackie. “I know where mother’s 
silk shawl is. Y ou wear that and I will wear father’s high 
silk hat and his Sunday coat.” 

“But I must have a hat and a parasol too,” declared 
Cricket. 

“Well, I don’t know where mother’s hat n,” said Jackie. 

“Here is the hat-box, but it is empty,” cried Cricket. 

“Never mind. Cricket, you just carry the hat-box and 
we will make believe that you are wearing a hat,” begged 
Jackie. 

“Oh, yes, of course we can make believe. I will carry 
the box and here is a lovely blue ribbon, which I can tie 
around my own sunbonnet,” laughed Cricket. 


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“And here is father’s best silk umbrella. You can take 
that and make believe it is a parasol,’’ said Jackie. 

Then he stood on a chair in the clothes closet and helped 
himself to his father’s high silk hat and best frock coat. 
Cricket helped him to put them on and then together they 
paraded before the long mirror on the closet door. 

“Aren’t we grand!’’ exclaimed Cricket. 

“Yes, but we must be very careful of these things,*’ 
warned Jackie, beginning to feel rather uneasy. 

“Of course we will be careful,’’ vowed Cricket; but, 
alas, something unpleasant is sure to happen when we 
borrow others’ best things without their permission, and 
now as Cricket turned away from the mirror, the sharp 
corner of the dresser poked a hole right through father’s 
best silk umbrella. 

“Oh — oh — oh!” exclaimed Jackie, horror stricken. 

“Oh — oh — oh! I am so sorry! It is dreadful, Jackie! 
But I will tell your father just as soon as he comes home, 
and I will get him another one just like it,” promised 
Cricket. She thought a moment and then added : 

“I will go without candy until I have saved enough to 
buy it.” 

“I will go without candy until I have saved enough to 
buy half of it,” declared Jackie, unwilling that Cricket 
should have all of the sacrifice. Then he explained : 


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“You see. Cricket, you asked for a parasol and I 
thought of the umbrella, so it was my fault too.” 

“Well, let us go out in the yard and pretend that we 
are walking on the Boulevard on a Sunday afternoon,” 
suggested Cricket. 

Now Mother Duck saw them coming. She was so 
filled with admiration for Cricket in her finery that she 
called her fluffy, yellow baby ducks around her and said : 

“Quack ! Quack ! Quack ! ” which meant : 

“Isn’t Cricket fine? Come, we will walk with her, for 
we are fine too.” 

So Mother Duck and all of the fluffy, yellow baby 
ducks spread their wings to help them walk faster and keep 
up with Jackie and Cricket, then down the winding drive- 
way they all paraded. 

At last they stopped under the big apple tree, which 
was just one mass of pink and white blossoms, sending their 
perfume out upon the breeze. Mother Duck felt so proud 
and said : 

“Quack! Quack! Quack!” which meant the words 
of the old proverb: 

“Birds of a Feather Flock Together.” 


Bushy Tail Squirrel 


“O^SH!” warned Cricket. “S-sh!” 

^ “Why s-sh?” inquired Jackie, in a solemn 
whisper. 

“Look over there in the oak tree. I saw something 
move,” explained Cricket. 

Scarcely daring to breathe, Jackie looked in the direc- 
tion indicated by Cricket. Suddenly a twig snapped, 
some leaves gently stirred, then a pair of keen, dark eyes 
set in a grey, furry head appeared. 

“Oh, oh !” breathed Cricket. “Whatever is it?” 

Just then the leaves parted, and there on a branch sat 
the prettiest grey squirrel that you could imagine. 

He carried his bushy tail straight up his soft, furry back 
and held his little, shapely front feet up under his chin. 

“Oh, the squirrel is saying his prayers!” exclaimed 
Cricket. 

“I wish that he would come down and play with us,” 
said Jackie wistfully. 

“We will get some nuts and coax him to come down,” 
cried Cricket as she sped away to the house. 

“Cook! Cook!” she called. “Please give us some nuts 
for a squirrel. He has come to visit us.” 

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“He is the prettiest squirrel that you ever saw !” declared 
Jackie. 

Straightway Cook went to the pantry and brought forth 
a big bowl of hickory nuts. 

“We thank you very much for them,” said Jackie 
politely. 

“Now we must crack them for the little squirrel,” sug- 
gested Cricket. 

“Oh, no. He can crack them for himself,” declared 
Jackie. 

“Why, they are so hard that they will surely break his 
little teeth,” said Cricket. 

“Of course the nuts are hard, but the squirrel’s teeth 
are made sharp and strong, so that he may crack any nut 
in the forest,” explained Jackie. 

Now Jackie knelt down as he had seen his father do and 
made a strange, little chattering noise. 

The pretty squirrel put his head on one side and looked 
very carefully and shrewdly at both Jackie and Cricket. 
He decided that they meant to be his friends and promptly 
accepted Jackie’s invitation to have a nut. 

Cautiously he came closer and closer, then he reached 
out and took the offered nut in his mouth. He whisked 
his bushy tail as if to say, “thank you,” and scampered 
away. 

When at a safe distance he sat up straight, held the nut 


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with his front paws and began to crack it. Very soon his 
sharp teeth had broken it and he was enjoying the nice nut 
meat. 

“Isn’t he just the cutest thing!’’ exclaimed Cricket. 

“I wish that he would like us so well that he would stay 
right here always,’* said Jackie. 

“Perhaps if we feed him enough nuts he will,’* replied 
Cricket wisely. 

“What shall we name him?** inquired Jackie. 

“Bushy Tail would suit him nicely. Don’t you think 
so?’’ questioned Cricket. 

“Yes, and I think that he would like that name, too,’* 
replied Jackie. 

“There is the first bell for luncheon!’’ cried Cricket. 
“We will put all of these nuts down for Bushy Tail. He 
can eat them while we are gone.’* 

But Bushy Tail had no intention of eating all of the 
nuts at once. No, indeed ! That would be reckless and 
foolish. 

He knew that he must store some away for a time when 
he might be very hungry and could not find any food. 

He looked the oak tree over very carefully for a hollow 
place, where he could store the nuts. He could fine none, 
so he selected a nice soft place in the earth. 

With his front feet he dug holes in the ground, then into 
each hole he placed a nut. He pushed them down as far 


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as possible with his nose, then again using his front feet, 
covered them with dirt. 

To make sure that no other squirrel would find his pre- 
cious nuts, he brought dry leaves and placed over them. 
These even hid his footmarks. 

The children watched him with delight. At last Cook 
rang the second bell, which sent them hurrying to their 
own luncheon. 

Upon their return to the oak tree they saw Glen Allyn 
and Betty Jane just entering the grounds. 

“Oh, hurry!” called Cricket. “We have something 
new and he is alive.” 

Right at that moment Bushy Tail was very much alive. 
He was so happy over the nuts which he had just buried, 
and over the feast which he had just enjoyed, that he ran 
from tree to tree and jumped from limb to limb so swiftly 
that he looked like a little, grey streak. It was his way 
of expressing his joy. 

“Oh, oh!” exclaimed Betty Jane and Glen Allyn to- 
gether. “Isn’t he nice and isn’t he funny ! ” 

“Yes, but you should see him sit up and eat,” said 
Jackie. 

“May we feed him something?” asked Betty Jane. 

“Of course you may. The nuts are all gone, but squir- 
rels like corn, I am sure,” replied Cricket. 

Down to the big corn crib the four happy children ran. 


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They found the crib to be locked, but by putting his fin- 
gers through the cracks Jackie at last wiggled an ear of 
corn out into Cricket’s upturned apron. 

This ear of corn they placed upon the ground, and again 
Jackie gave his peculiar, chattering call for Bushy Tail. 

But, alas, before Bushy Tail could reach the prize, 
a big, old, brown hen, which was wandering about the 
yard, made a rush for the corn. She pounced upon it and 
bore it away. 

The children chased her and tried to make her drop it, 
but with wings half spread, she ran in circles and squawked 
defiantly. 

“Never mind, we will not chase her any more,” said 
Cricket, “but when she stops to eat it, we can be real quick 
and snatch it away from her.’* 

However, when the children stopped. Bushy Tail took 
up the pursuit. Like a flash he was off after the hen and 
the ear of corn. 

At last the hen dropped her prize. Bushy Tail was 
right there to take it, but the hen thought otherwise. She 
gave a wild squawk, spread her wings and opened her bill 
to peck his head. 

But she never touched him. Like a flash Bushy Tail 
made a leap for her bright red comb. He never touched 
her, for the big hen dodged him. 

Bushy Tail looked so small beside the hen that the chil- 


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27 


dren were amazed at his courage. He was unafraid, for 
his sharp teeth had been given him that he might protect 
himself. 

The big hen thought that after all they had better be 
friends, so she said : 

“Cluck ! Cluck ! Let us eat this corn together. Y ou eat 
from that end and I will eat from this.” 

“I thank you very much, Mrs. Hen,” replied Bushy 
Tail. 

From that moment he and Mrs. Hen became splendid 
friends. This friendship made life much easier and hap- 
pier for both of them. 


Bushy Tail’s House 


“FNO you know that every one of our pets has a really, 
truly, little house with the exception of Bushy 
Tail?” inquired Cricket. 

“Why, he has a little house. Just look up there on the 
branch of that oak tree,” replied Jackie in surprise. 

“Yes, I know about that house, but it is only made of 
twigs and leaves. When Fall comes those leaves will dry 
up and blow away. Bushy Tail will then be homeless,” 
explained Cricket. 

It was true that the very day Bushy T ail came he loved 
everybody and everything about him so much that he 
wished to stay there always. 

Promptly he set to work. He cut tiny twigs and green 
leaves with his sharp teeth. These he wove and twined 
together upon a broad branch of the oak tree, until he 
had fastened there a little home. 

“Well, we will make him a nice little house all for his 
very own,” declared Jackie. 

Straightway he brought out his new tool chest, and with 
the aid of the groom found a meat box which was just the 
right size. 

This box he lined with heavy tar paper to make it good 
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BUSHY TAIL’S HOUSE 


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and warm. Next, he sawed off boards to just the right 
length to make a nice cover. These he hammered into 
place. 

“I don’t see how Bushy T ail can live in there. He can’t 
even get in. The whole thing is closed up tight!” ex- 
claimed Cricket disappointedly. 

“Now just watch and you will see something happen,” 
laughed Jackie. “Keep your eye on the center of the 
box.” 

Sure enough, Cricket saw a hole grow larger and larger, 
as Jackie skillfully used his tools. 

“Oh, oh!” she cried. “That is splendid, and it is just 
big enough for Bushy Tail to come in and out of nicely.” 

“Now we will paint it the color of the tree trunk. When 
it is dry we will put it on that big branch next to the trunk 
itself,” said Jackie. 

The following day the little squirrel house was ready to 
be placed. The paint was dry and it looked very pretty 
and attractive. 

“First, we must put some straw and dry leaves in it,” 
said Cricket. 

“We will also put one of the doll’s quilts in it,” she 
added. 

“That would be nice, and when it becomes cold Bushy 
Tail can sleep on it or under it, just as he pleases,” replied 
Jackie. 


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BUSHY TAIL’S HOUSE 


When the straw, leaves and blanket were all arranged, 
Jackie put a ladder against the tree. Then, holding the 
squirrel house in one hand, ascended to the selected branch. 

With a hammer and nails he made the house fast so that 
the heavy winter winds could not blow it off and give 
Bushy Tail a fall. 

“We should have piled some nuts in the corner of the 
house, then Bushy Tail would not need to come out if it 
was cold and raining and he was hungry,” said Cricket. 

“Of course, he must have some nuts. How thoughtless 
we were,” replied Jackie, as he quickly came down the 
ladder. 

At once Cricket filled a paper sack with hickory nuts. 
Jackie took them up the ladder and emptied them back in 
the farthest corner of the little house. 

“Now where is Bushy Tail?” inquired Cricket. “He 
must come and see his new home.” 

Jackie made that strange, little chattering noise, but no 
bushy tail squirrel answered. 

“Come, we will go and find him,” said Cricket. 

“Perhaps he is down by the chicken house,” suggested 
Jackie, for he knew that Bushy Tail loved to play with the 
chickens. He would tease them by pretending to jump on 
their backs when he really intended to jump clear over 
them. 

“What is that noise ? S-sh, s-sh ! ” warned Cricket. 


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Now they distinctly heard a rustle and then a thump. 
They looked over in the tall grass and this is what they 
saw: 

Bushy Tail had an old newspaper, which he had crum- 
pled into a ball. He would run and pounce upon it, then 
turn somersaults with the paper held between his four feet 
and end his romp by rolling over and over. 

“Oh, isn’t he funny!** laughed Cricket. 

Bushy T ail heard her laugh, and came running to see if 
she had anything good to eat. With a nut Jackie coaxed 
him to the oak tree and up to the new squirrel house. 

Like a flash, Bushy Tail was in his new home. He 
seemed to know instantly that this place belonged just to 
him. 

He looked all around and tried the bed of straw and 
leaves with its nice, soft blanket. At last he discovered the 
nuts ; then he put his pretty head out of the door and looked 
down upon Cricket and Jackie as if to say: 

“I thank you, my dear little friends, for my nice, warm 
home with its storeroom of nuts. I love my home and I 
love you both.** 


Sweets to the Sweet 


“/~*OME on. Cricket!” cried Jackie. “The Bunny 
Hutch is ready and we must put Snow-white into it.” 

“Oh yes, so we must,” declared Cricket, as she and 
Jackie started on a run over the velvety green grass to the 
back fence. 

Under the big cherry tree stood the new Bunny Hutch. 
Already the gardener had painted it a dark green to match 
the leaves of the cherry tree itself, while the cunning doors 
and windows were painted a deep red, just the color of 
the cherries above it. All around the outside of this pretty 
Bunny Hutch was a wire netting, which enclosed a nice 
yard for Snow-white. 

“Isn’t it cute!” exclaimed Cricket. 

“Yes it is, and won’t Snow-white be happy in her new 
home?” laughed Jackie. 

Now, Snow-white sat under a berry crate, nibbling a 
cabbage leaf, and as she looked at her new house, she 
wrinkled her bunny nose and her whiskers trembled with 
pleasure. She felt very eager to be in her own house and 
have her own yard to hop about in. 

“Now, Cricket, when I lift up the berry crate, you 
pick up Snow-white and hold her for me,” said Jackie. 

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SWEETS TO THE SWEET 

When little girls are good and sweet 
I like to offer them a treat ; 

Taffy and lolly - pops they lick. 

But when I have an anise stick 
I hold my fingers 'round it tight 
T o show them just how far to bite ! 




SWEETS TO THE SWEET 


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So, very carefully, Cricket lifted Snow-white by her 
long ears and put her in Jackie’s arms. Snow-white 
nestled down contentedly, for she loved to be held. She 
even closed her eyes, for somehow she felt sleepy. 

“Oh, let us take her for a walk!’’ cried Cricket. 

“All right. Where shall we go?’* inquired Jackie. 

“Why, here comes Betty Jane!** said Cricket. “We 
will go to meet her. She has never seen Snow-white, you 
know.’* 

“I will run you a race,’* shouted Jackie Jinks. 

“I will beat you,’* laughed Cricket, as she fairly flew 
away. 

“It’s no fair!*’ panted Jackie, as he fell farther and 
farther behind. 

You see, Snow-white filled both of his arms and she 
felt heavier every minute. 

Jackie never realized before how necessary it is to have 
free arms to swing when you run, and how much those 
swinging arms help one to run faster. 

“Oh, I did beat you ! I got here first !** laughed Cricket, 
as she stopped herself by running against an apple tree, 
under whose shade Betty Jane had stopped to watch the 
race. 

“What a lovely bunny!*’ cried Betty Jane. “Please 
let me hold her.** 


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SWEETS TO THE SWEET 


“Of course you may hold her, Betty Jane,” promised 
Jackie, “but she is very wiggly right now, so be careful.** 

Sure enough, poor Snow-white was wiggly. She had 
bumped up and down so when Jackie ran, that she was 
trying to free herself and stand upon her own feet now. 

The moment that Jackie loosened his grasp to give 
Snow-white to Betty Jane, she kicked so violently and so 
suddenly that Betty Jane could not hold her and away 
she sprang. 

“Oh, catch her! catch her!*' cried Cricket, as she, 
Jackie and Betty Jane gave chase. 

But Snow-white had no idea of being caught. She 
ran faster and faster, lipperty-lipperty-lip. 

“Do you think that she will run ’way back to your 
house, Cricket?’’ gasped Jackie. 

“I don’t believe that she could remember the way. We 
came so fast in the motor,** said Cricket. 

Now, Snow-white heard the word “house” and it gave 
her an idea. 

“I will run to my own house and take that nap which 
I expected to have in Jackie’s arms,” she thought. 

So Snow-white turned right around and hopped to her 
new house. She found the gate wide open and ran 
lipperty-lipperty-lip into the yard and then on into her 
nice, cool house. 

Cricket reached the Bunny Hutch first and quickly 


SWEETS TO THE SWEET 


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closed the gate to make sure that Snow-white did not 
change her mind. 

“Come on out of your house, Snow-white,” begged 
Jackie. “Betty Jane wants to pet you.” 

But Snow-white only wrinkled her bunny nose and 
nestled closer to the ground, as if to say: 

“No, thank you, I wish to stay right here and take my 
nap. Come and see me another time, please.” 

“Oh, children, children!” called Cook, from the 
kitchen, “please go down to the hen-house and gather 
some eggs for me.” 

“All right! All right! All right!” called three happy 
voices, as three pairs of little legs sped away to do the 
errand for Cook, down at the hen-house. 

Cricket held her apron up until it looked like a big 
pocket. Jackie and Betty Jane reached down into the 
nice straw nests and gathered the pretty brown and white 
eggs. These they piled in Cricket’s apron. 

“I will take the eggs to Cook and you girls wait here 
until I come back. I know something to do that is lots of 
fun,” said Jackie. 

Betty Jane took the eggs from Cricket’s apron and put 
them in Jackie’s hat, then very carefully he carried them 
to Cook. In a few minutes he was on his way back and 
calling : 

“Come on over to the bam and we will play in the hay|7 


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SWEETS TO THE SWEET 


And there in the barn, right over a great soft pile of 
hay, was a nice swing, hanging from a rafter. 

“Cricket, you and Betty Jane stand on one side of the 
swing board and I will stand on the other and then we 
will pump the swing,” said Jackie. 

Soon they were slowly getting into motion and then 
faster and faster they went until they fairly flew through 
the air, way up to the rafters. My, oh my, what fun 
they had ! 

At last they stopped to rest and went out on the steps 
of the barn to sit in the fresh, sweet air. 

The old white rooster, Tom, followed them, for he 
was very fond of company and enjoyed listening to what 
Cricket, Betty Jane and Jackie said, so that when the 
little chicks went to bed at night he could tell them all 
about what he had heard, just as your papa or mama tells 
you bed-time stories. 

All at once, Jackie put his hand into his pocket and 
felt something round and hard. 

At first he could not think what it was, then his moist 
fingers stuck to this something round and hard and he 
began to smile. Then he tried to pull this something 
round and hard out of his pocket, but alas! it stuck tight 
to the cloth. 

“Oh, oh!” he laughed. I have a piece of peppermint 
candy in my pocket, but I can’t pull it out.” 



Jackie and the Rabbit 




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SWEETS TO THE SWEET 


“Let me turn your pocket wrong side out,” said the 
practical Cricket. 

And as she turned the pocket inside out, Betty Jane 
pulled the stick of candy free from the cloth. 

“I will break it in three pieces,” said Jackie Jinks. 
Then he tried and tried, but the candy was so hard and 
his fingers so small that nothing happened. 

“Oh, never mind!” said Cricket. “We will each take 
a bite.” 

“All right,” agreed Jackie. “I will hold my finger 
on the place where you are to bite.” 

And so the candy was divided and each had an equal 
share. 

The old, white rooster watched it all eagerly and wished 
that he might have a bite too, but he shook his head with 
its bright, red comb and wisely said: 

“They are all such dear, sweet children, and now it 
is as the proverb says — ‘Sweets to the Sweet.’ ” 


The New Tent 


X TOW Jackie had always wanted a tent. In fact, he 
1 ^ had even walked about the grounds and selected the 
very spot where he wished it to stand. Somehow he had 
never said very much about it and no one realized how 
much he desired it. 

However, nice things always come to good little boys 
and girls. One day an express wagon drove into the 
grounds with a big, mysterious bundle, from which ropes 
and sticks were dangling. 

“Oh, oh!” cried Cricket. “Whatever is all this, and 
where did it come from?” 

Jackie’s cheeks grew very red and his eyes opened wide. 
He guessed right away what the bundle was, and he did 
so hope that he was right. 

“Will you sign your name right here, please?’* asked 
the expressman as he handed his book and pencil to Jackie. 

My, oh, my, how important Jackie felt as he carefully 
wrote his name on the line with the cross. It was the first 
time that he had ever signed for anything just like a 
grown-up maui. 

“Oh, John, John !’* cried Jackie to the groom. “Please 
come and help me.*’ 


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THE NEW TENT 


“I will get the horn and blow it for Betty Jane and 
Glen Allyn,” said Cricket. “They will know that some- 
thing wonderful has happened when they hear that.” 

Quickly John cut away the torn wrappings, while 
Cricket blew six short blasts from the horn. This was the 
signal agreed upon when the little playmates were wanted 
in a hurry to come and share in something nice. 

“It is a tent! It is a tent!” cried Jackie in great excite- 
ment ; then he added : 

“Mama and papa are not home, but I am sure they will 
not care if we set it up. It is mine, you know, and I signed 
for it.” 

“It is a beautiful tent and such a big one,” laughed 
Cricket, as she danced around and around the bundle, 
which was rapidly taking the form of a tent as John and 
Jackie set it up. 

Indeed the tent was beautiful. It was white with a scal- 
loped trimming bound in bright red. This made a very 
gay, pretty effect as it stood on the green grass under a big 
maple tree, whose waving leaves cast dancing shadows 
upon its white side and roof. 

Just then Glen Allyn and Betty Jane came running up. 
They were all out of breath, but when they saw the new 
tent they managed somehow to gasp their surprise and 
admiration. 


THE NEW TENT 


41 


“When I heard the horn blow, I never dreamed it meant 
to come and see anything like this!” said Betty Jane. 

“This is the most beautiful tent in the whole world!” 
declared Glen Allyn. 

“Well, I don’t suppose it really is ‘the most beautiful 
tent in the whole world!’ ” replied Jackie wisely, “but we 
think it is anyway.” 

“Let us pretend that we are real Indians and that we 
live in this tent,” proposed Cricket. 

“Yes, let’s do!” cried all of the children in a chorus. 

“Jackie must be the Indian chief,” declared Cricket. 

“Cricket, you must be the Indian princess,” said Betty 
Jane. 

“What will you be, Betty Jane?” inquired Glen Allyn 
anxiously. 

“Why, you and I will just be Indian children from an- 
other Indian village. We are the guests of the princess and 
the Indian chief,” replied Betty Jane. 

“All right ; but we must hurry and begin all this,” urged 
Cricket. 

“Glen Allyn and Betty Jane, run home as fast as you 
can and put on your Indian suits,” ordered Jackie. 

“Come, Jackie, we must go in the house and put on our 
Indian suits also,” said Cricket. 

In a very short time the four children again gathered 


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THE NEW TENT 


around the new tent and assured one another that they 
looked like regular Indians. 

“First, we must have a fire. A nice camp-fire, where 
we can cook our meals,” said Cricket. 

“It must be a make-believe fire. We can gather the 
wood and heap it up until it looks like it was going to be a 
fire, but we are not allowed to play with matches or fire,” 
declared Jackie. 

“Of course it will be only a make-believe fire. It is lots 
more fun, anyway, because we are only make-believe In- 
dians,” replied Cricket 

Now, Glen Allyn and Jackie had both been taught 
that they should wait upon and help little girls and ladies, 
but here was a real problem! Who should gather the 
wood for the make-believe fire? 

Among the Indians the women always do the heavy 
work, so, of course, an Indian chief could not do it. Of 
course, an Indian princess could not do it, so only little 
Betty Jane was left to do this heavy work. At last Jackie 
had an idea. 

“I know how we will manage it!” he cried. “Glen 
Allyn and I will slip off our Indian cuits and just be boys 
until the wood is piled.” 

After the work was done the boys again stepped from 
the tent as Indians, and Jackie said: 

“Now we must have an Indian war-dance.” 


THE NEW TENT 


43 


In all seriousness, Glen Allyn beat with sticks upon 
an old tin pan, pretending that it was a tom-tom, and he 
was calling the warriors together. 

Then began the wild dance with its strange calls and 
chants. They kept this up until Glen Allyn became tired 
and said: 

“Come, let’s go inside the cool tent and sit down. We 
are not the war kind of Indians, anyway. We are the 
kind which makes rugs and moccasins.’’ 


A Friend in Need Is a Friend Indeed 


/^NE beautiful, bright, sunny morning Cricket came 
rushing into the house as fast as she could run. 

“Jackie Jinks, come and see what I have found!” she 
cried, excitedly. 

“What have you found?” asked Jackie, eagerly. 

“I will not tell you. You must come and see for your- 
self,” said Cricket. 

“But where is what you have found? Please tell me 
that much,” begged Jackie. 

“It is down at the big horse barn,” replied Cricket. 

“I guess that it is a horse-shoe nail then,” ventured 
Jackie. 

“No, no!” laughed Cricket. “It is something alive. 
You will be very much surprised.” 

“I guess that it is a new horse!” said Jackie. 

“No, you are wrong again and you must not guess any 
more. Just run as fast as ever you can,” demanded 
Cricket. 

When they reached the big barn Cricket put both of her 
hands over Jackie’s eyes and pushed him over toward a 
nice, dark, quiet corner. 


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A FRIEND IN NEED IS A FRIEND INDEED 45 


“There, now, open your eyes and tell me what you 
see,” laughed Cricket. 

“Oh, oh!” cried Jackie, rubbing his eyes to make sure 
that he was really seeing right. “I see Paws and three 
little kittens.” 

Sure enough there lay Paws in a nice nest made in the 
clean straw and cuddled against her were three pretty 
baby kittens. 

When Paws heard her little master’s voice she half 
raised up and gave a soft, loving cry of welcome. 

“Aren’t the kittens darlings!” exclaimed Cricket. 

“Yes, but they are asleep. I wish that they would 
wake up, so that we might play with them,” said Jackie. 

“They are not asleep. Don’t you see their feet and 
tails moving? They are awake, but they can’t see us. 
Their eyes are not open yet and will not be until they are 
older,” explained Cricket. 

Very, very carefully Cricket and Jackie took the baby 
kittens in their arms. All the while Paws purred happily, 
for she loved Cricket and Jackie so much and was very 
proud to show them her babies. 

“I wish that they could all sleep in the nursery,” said 
Jackie, as he carefully put the baby kitten back beside of 
its mother. 

Paws heard the word nursery and it brought back mem- 


46 A FRIEND IN NEED IS A FRIEND INDEED 


ories of happy, lazy hours spent there on the soft rug in 
the sunshine. 

She gave a happy “m-e-o-w, m-e-o-w,” picked up a 
baby kitten in her mouth and, holding him dangling by the 
back of his neck, started on a run with him for the 
nursery. 

“Oh, is Paws biting the baby kittens?” cried Jackie in 
alarm. 

“Mercy, no! That is the way mother cats always 
carry their kittens,” explained Cricket. 

But alas for Paws ! Cook saw her coming and realized 
what she intended to do, so she met Paws at the door, 
picked her up, kitten and all, and said : 

“There now. Paws. I will take you right back to the 
barn where you belong and you must never bring your 
babies into the house again. Do you hear me?” 

Again Paws said, “M-e-o-w! m-e-o-w!” which meant: 

“I suppose that I must promise not to, but I am sorry 
that I met you, for the nursery would be a lovely place for 
my babies and I intended to make three trips and put them 
there. I can only carry one kitten at a time, you know.” 

“Oh, Cook, please let Paws bring her kittens into the 
nursery,” begged Jackie. 

“No, indeed, Jackie, the barn is the best place for them 
all,” replied Cook. 


A FRIEND IN NEED IS A FRIEND INDEED 47 


“See, Paws is going back with her baby all by her- 
self,” laughed Cricket. 

“Did you know that the grapes are ripe down on the 
south grape arbor?” inquired Cook. 

“No !” replied Jackie. “Let us go down and get some. 
Cricket.” 

“That would be nice,” said Cook. “I would like you 
to take along a bowl and pick some grapes for the fruit- 
basket.” 

Just then Tags came bounding over the lawn and when 
she saw Paws carrying her kitten she ran to her and began 
to bark playfully, “Bow-wow! Bow-wow-wow!” which 
meant: 

“That is a very pretty baby. Put him down, for I 
would like to play with him.” 

“M-e-o-w! m-e-o-w!” cried Paws, which meant: 

“No, Tags. I will not put him down. He is too little 
to play with, but if you will follow me I will show you 
my other two babies.” 

“Here, Tags! Here, Tags!” called Jackie. 

“Bow-wow! Bow-wow!” barked Tags, which meant: 

“Please excuse me. Paws. I would just love to see 
your babies, but I must go now and come to visit you an- 
other time. Jackie is calling me.” 

“Yo-hoo! Yo-hoo! Come on over, Glen Allyn; we 
are going to pick grapes!” called Cricket. 


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At the magic word grapes, Glen Allyn came flying over 
as if on wings, for he liked grapes very much. 

“Here is the bowl. Cricket, and please be very careful 
of it, as it is my best bowl,” said Cook. 

“All right, we will be careful of it,” promised Cricket. 

Down to the south grape arbor they ran and there they 
found beautiful, purple bunches of the delicious, ripe 
grapes. 

They picked every bunch which hung down low and ate 
and ate all they wished. 

“Now we must fill the bowl for Cook,” declared 
Cricket. 

“But we can’t reach any more. We have picked every 
bunch near the ground,” said Glen Allyn. 

“I will bring the gardener’s wheelbarrow and we can 
stand up on that,” said Jackie. 

“Glen Allyn, you hold the bowl while Jackie and I 
pick the grapes,” suggested Cricket. 

Very soon the bowl was half full of the grapes, then 
all of a sudden a dreadful thing happened. 

A busy honey bee came hurrying along on her way home 
and she stopped right beside of Glen Allyn to sip some 
honey from a sweet clover. 

Now Glen Allyn did not see or hear her and unfor- 
tunately he stepped back and struck her a heavy blow with 
his foot. 




50 A FRIEND IN NEED IS A FRIEND INDEED 


The bee was so startled and her first thought was to pro- 
tect herself. She did not know that Glen Allyn was a 
dear, harmless, little boy and never meant to hurt her, so 
she flew right onto his bare leg and stung him. 

Poor little Glen Allyn was so upset at the sudden, sharp 
sting that he dropped the grapes and the pretty bowl went 
smash ! 

“Oh, oh, whatever is the matter?” asked Cricket, as 
Glen Allyn began to cry. 

“Never mind,” soothed Cricket as she put her arms 
about him and led him to the wheelbarrow. 

“Don’t you care, Glen Allyn!” comforted Jackie. 
“The sting won’t last long and Cook will not mind that 
you broke the bowl. You could not help it, you were so 
surprised. Here, eat this nice stick of candy and forget all 
about it.” 

T ags looked at the broken bowl and the spilled grapes ; 
then she looked at poor Glen Allyn and at Jackie, who was 
trying to feed his little friend the candy and she thought 
to herself: 

“This reminds me of the old proverb, ‘A friend in need 
is a friend indeed.’ ” 


Rags 

“ I WONDER what that is coming down the road !” said 
* Jackie Jinks. 

“Oh, I wonder!” echoed Betty Jane. 

“Why, look at it now! Whatever can it be!” ex- 
claimed Cricket. 

“Sometimes it is near the ground and sometimes it is 
high above the ground,” said Betty Jane. 

“It is just as black as it can be, anyway,” declared Glen 
Allyn, feeling glad to be sure of something about the 
strange object. 

“I dare you to go and see what it is!” cried Jackie with 
sparkling eyes. 

“All right,” agreed Cricket. “We might all take hands 
and go together.” 

“What if it should be a bear? Perhaps we had better 
stay here,” protested Betty Jane. 

“Well, we are bigger than it is. Anyhow, it can’t eat 
us all at once,” declared Jackie stoutly. 

So, thrilling with the spirit of great adventure, the four 
children joined hands and set out to meet the strange 
animal. 

Indeed, very strange it seemed. As the children cau- 
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RAGS 


tiously approached, they saw that it was black and curly 
and had four legs upon which it was standing. 

Suddenly it sniffed the air, rose upon its hind legs and 
began to whirl about in circles, holding its front paws grace- 
fully out in front of it. 

“It’s a bear! I’m sure it is a bear!*’ whispered Jackie 
hoarsely. “Bears walk on their hind feet, you know.” 

“It is too small to be a bear!” declared Betty Jane 
scornfully. “I never saw anything just like it before.” 

“I know !” cried Cricket. “It is a dog. Once I saw one 
just like him at a circus.” 

Jackie gave a soft whistle. Instantly the strange animal 
dropped down onto all four feet, put out a bright red 
tongue and galloped toward them, his curly ears flopping. 

“Yes, sir, it is a French Poodle, just like the one I saw 
at the circus,” laughed Cricket, as she knelt beside the wig' 
gling dog, which was wild with joy to find himself in the 
midst of admiring friends once more. 

“Oh, you dear doggie!” gasped Betty Jane, as she tried 
in vain to keep the happy dog from kissing her on her eyes 
and nose. 

To prove that he liked one new little friend as much as 
the other, the happy dog quickly proceeded to kiss them all. 

“Oh, doggie, you must learn to kiss only our ears, just 
like Tags does,” rebuked Jackie. 


RAGS 


53 


“He doesn’t seem to belong to anyone. Perhaps we can 
keep him always!’’ exclaimed Cricket. 

“I wish that he could live with us always. I love him 
already,’’ declared Jackie. 

“What shall we name him?’’ inquired Betty Jane. 

“I think that Rags would suit him well. He is so curly 
and ragged looking. Besides, that name sounds nice with 
Tags,’’ replied Cricket. 

“I hope that Rags and Tags will like one another,’* said 
Glen Allyn. 

“Oh, I am sure that they will be great friends. Tags 
and Frisky Fido just love everybody and everything,** re- 
plied Cricket. 

“I wonder where he came from !’’ said Betty Jane. 

As if in answer to her question, Rags rose to his hind 
feet and began to waltz around and around. 

“Why, he is a circus dog and he is trying his very best 
to tell us about it,’’ laughed Cricket. “Just hear him talk.’’ 

Sure enough, Rags was whining just as if he was trying 
to tell them his story. This is what he was trying to say : 

“Indeed, I am a circus dog. For several years I fol- 
lowed my dear clown around the ring. Some day I will 
show you the tricks which have made thousands of chil- 
dren clap their hands and laugh at me.’’ 

“My clown was very good to me and I love him dearly. 
I would still be with the circus, but a few nights ago, after 


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the show, my clown and I went to our bed in the train as 
usual. It was a very warm night. After my clown had 
gone to sleep, I got up and went out for a little walk in the 
fresher air. 

“When I returned, the train had gone. There I was 
left alone. I was terribly frightened. As I ran about 
looking for my clown and train I came to another train all 
lighted up and just moving out. Quickly I ran up the steps 
and hid under the first seat that I came to. 

“I stayed there until it grew light. When we stopped at 
the next station, I jumped off and ran and ran until I came 
to this road. I really have no idea where I am. 

“When you first saw me, I was resting my feet by some- 
times walking on my hind feet, sometimes walking on my 
front feet and sometimes walking on all four feet.” 

“We will take him home and give him something to eat 
and some nice fresh water to drink,” suggested Jackie. 

At the entrance to the grounds they met T ags and Frisky 
Fido. When Tags saw the strange, black, curly dog, her 
hair bristled right up on her back until it stood perfectly 
straight. Her legs became suddenly very stiff. She even 
growled, which was very rude of her. 

“Here, Tags, behave yourself!” commanded Jackie. 
“ Y ou must be nice to Rags for he has come to live with us.” 

Rags bounded toward Tags, all eager to become friends. 
Straightway Tags liked this jolly, handsome dog. She 


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55 


even kissed him on the nose and gave a little bark of apol- 
ogy for her first rudeness. 

As for Frisky Fido, he loved Rags right away and 
began to jump and roll all over him in happy puppy 
fashion. 

“My goodness ! ’* exclaimed the good-hearted cook. “It 
is a good thing that Rags came just now. I have a lovely 
soup bone all ready for him.’* 

Rags certainly enjoyed his dinner and tried to show his 
gratitude by prancing and dancing in circles. 


Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child 

/^VNE day Cricket and Jackie heard a strange pitter- 
patter of feet on the walk. 

Both jumped up from their play and ran to look out, for 
they could not imagine what it meant. 

And what do you suppose they saw? A groom leading 
a beautiful, little pony right up to the door. He was black 
with large white spots and a white mane and tail. 

“Where do you suppose he came from and whom do 
suppose he is for?” eagerly inquired Jackie. 

The groom heard the question and said, “On his bridle 
there is a note. It is addressed to Cricket.” 

Sure enough, there was a white envelope hanging by a 
white ribbon from the side of his bridle and now the chil- 
dren saw that the pony was wearing a new tan leather sad- 
dle to match the bridle. 

“Oh, oh!” cried Cricket as she opened the envelope 
and read : 

“Dear Cricket: 

“My name is Liberty Bond and I am a present from 
your loving papa and mama.” 

“He is for us, Jackie!” Cricket generously exclaimed. 
“Isn’t he a beauty?” 


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“Liberty Bond is the prettiest pony that I have ever 
seen!” admired Jackie. “May I pet him?” 

“Why, surely,” said the groom. “He is as gentle as 
can be and loves to be petted.” 

“May we ride him«right now?” inquired Cricket. 

“Yes; but I think that youihad better ride him one at a 
time,” advised the groom. 

“You ride him first, Jackie,” said Cricket. 

“No, thank you ; he is your pony and you must have the 
first ride,” insisted Jackie. 

So Cricket allowed the groom to help her onto Liberty 
Bond ; then she took up the reins and away he trotted. 

Her fluffy hair blew out in the breeze and she was so de- 
lighted over Liberty Bond and the ride that she laughed 
every step of the way. 

“Now it is your turn, Jackie, and really it is the most 
fun in the whole world,” she cried. 

Jackie quickly climbed into the saddle and away Lib- 
erty Bond trotted; his little iron shod feet going clickety- 
clickety-click ! Like Cricket, Jackie was so delighted that 
he, too, laughed every step of the way. 

“There is a pony cart and harness coming and then you 
can drive Liberty Bond all you wish and you can both ride 
at the same time,” said the groom. 

“Why, here it comes now!” exclaimed Jackie. 

They all turned about to look and there was the cutest 


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little wicker pony cart perched upon a wagon which two 
big farm horses were drawing. 

“The pony cart is having its ride now,” laughed Cricket. 
“Hereafter it will have to give us a ride.” 

“You can go for a drive right now,” said the groom. 

While the cart was being unloaded he took the saddle 
and bridle from Liberty Bond and put the harness on him 
instead. Then Liberty Bond was backed between the 
shafts and the tugs fastened in place. 

“Now, then, jump in quick,’* said the groom as he 
handed the reins to Cricket. “I am afraid it is going to 
rain. You had better drive toward the barn.” 

Cricket clucked to Liberty Bond and he started away 
on a trot. They had only gone a short distance when the 
rain began to fall in huge drops. 

“This is too bad,” said the groom. “I think that you 
children had better get out here and I will take Liberty 
Bond to the stable. It looks like it might rain for a long 
time.” 

“All right,” said Cricket. “We will come out and 
take a ride as soon as the rain is over.” 

“What shall we do while it rains?” asked Jackie. 

“We can go up to the nursery and play with the dolls,” 
replied Cricket. 

When once there Cricket said, “Let us play that you 
are the father and I am the mother of all the dolls.” 





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“All right,” agreed Jackie, “and let us pretend that 
it is Christmas time and have all of our doll children hang 
up their stockings for Santa Claus to fill.” 

“Oh, yes; we will make believe that it is Christmas 
eve. That will be jolly,” laughed Cricket. 

“We will mak* believe that there is snow on the ground 
and everything, so that Santa Claus can come with his 
reindeer team,” said Jackie. 

“I will hang your long, black stocking on the mantel 
piece, Jackie, and that will be for the whole doll family,” 
said Cricket. 

“Yes, please do hang up my long stocking and put this 
apple in it, but we must hang up all the doll children’s little 
stockings beside of it,” insisted Jackie. 

Straightaway Cricket gathered all ten of the dolls to- 
gether and began to take off their shoes and stockings. 

At last she came to the beautiful blond Blue Bell. 
As Cricket lifted her she gave her little mechanical cry. 
Cricket took off one little black slipper and white stocking 
and then as she turned her Blue Bell gave another cry. 

“Blue Bell, you are a bad child,” scolded Cricket. 
“Now you must sit still and let me take off the other shoe 
and stocking and stop your crying or Santa Claus will not 
bring you any presents.” 

“Blue Bell, you must mind your mama,” ordered Papa 
Jackie, but again Blue Bell cried. 


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Quickly Jackie caught up a little switch, snatched Blue 
Bell from Cricket and, sitting down on a bench, turned 
Blue Bell right over his knee. 

“Oh, please do not whip my child!” begged Cricket and 
she pretended to cry. 

“Do you want her to grow up into a spoiled young 
lady?” asked Jackie, sternly. “And that is what she will 
do. Y ou know the old proverb, ‘Spare the rod and spoil 
the child.* ” 


The Walking Doll 


TT was a never-ending pleasure to the children to look at 
A the funny pictures of the Sunday newspaper “comic 
section.” 

There was always something new and always something 
to make them laugh and wish that the “comic section” with 
its gay colors and fun would come every day. 

On this particular Sunday there came to amuse them a 
whole page of highly colored animals, cowboys, cowgirls 
and Indians. These were all to be cut out and used to 
act and play a wild west story. 

“Aren’t they simply wonderful?” exclaimed Cricket, as 
she walked the paper cowgirl up to her paper horse. 

“Yes, they certainly are,” agreed Jackie, as he put the 
Indian chief upon his paper horse and fastened a paper 
tomahawk in his hand. 

“Now I wish that my walking doll were here. She 
could be the queen and save the cowboy and the cowgirl 
from being scalped by the Indian chief,” said Cricket. 

Just then, as if in answer to her wish, a special messenger 
came carrying a good sized box. 

“A package for Cricket,” announced a maid. 

“Oh, it must be my walking doll!” cried Cricket ex- 
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citedly. The doll had been ordered for several days and 
Cricket had been waiting for it with eagerness. 

Sure enough, when the strings were cut, the box cover 
and all of the tissue paper wrappings removed, they saw 
the most beautiful doll that you could imagine. 

She had golden curls, blue eyes and pretty red cheeks. 
She wore a dress of pale blue satin, from under which 
peeped dainty lace-trimmed skirts. Her stockings were of 
blue silk to match her dress, while her slippers were of soft 
black kid. 

“Oh, you darling!” exclaimed Cricket as she picked the 
doll up and held her in a close embrace. 

“Come, put her down, Cricket. We want to see if she 
really can walk,” said Jackie. 

“We must name her first,” declared the new little 
mother. 

“Why don’t you call her Goldilocks?” suggested Jackie. 

“Yes, that will be a nice name, and we will call her 
Goldie for short,” said’ Cricket. 

Tenderly Cricket smoothed out Goldie’s fluffy skirts, 
then, holding her by the hand, proceeded to walk with her. 

“Oh, oh, she is even more wonderful than I thought!” 
exclaimed Cricket in astonishment. 

It surely was wonderful to see the beautiful Goldilocks 
walk along beside of her new owner as if she were alive. 

“Now see if she can sit down,” urged Jackie. 


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Again Cricket put Goldilocks to the test. With great 
ease she sat down on the little red nursery chair which 
Jackie placed for her. 

“Now have her bow to us,” requested Jackie, secretly 
doubting her ability to do so. 

With great dignity, Goldilocks bowed politely to every 
one present, then walked off with Cricket. 

“Well, I just guess there is one thing she can’t do any- 
way,” declared Jackie, who was much surprised by the 
bow he received. 

“I just guess that she can do anything that we can do,” 
replied Cricket. 

“Then see if she can walk up stairs,” laughed Jackie, 
feeling sure that this was impossible for any doll, no matter 
how wonderful they were. 

“Of course she can walk up stairs. You just watch us 
go,” said Cricket. 

As if to prove that Cricket’s faith in her were well 
placed, Goldie walked slowly, but easily up the stairs. 

Cricket clasped her treasure in her arms and rocked her , 
to and fro. As if because of the soothing motion, the beau- 
tiful doll closed her eyes. 

“Shall we let her sleep?” whispered Cricket, as if Goldi- 
locks were alive. 

“No. She must wake up and be our queen,” said 
Jackie. 


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“Oh, yes; I had forgotten about our game,” laughed 
Cricket. 

“We will put the velvet table cover over the little red 
chair and make a throne for our queen,” said Jackie. 

This was all soon arranged, and as Goldilocks sat upon 
her velvet throne she looked like a real queen. 

“Now then, we will have the cowboy and the cowgirl 
start out for a nice ride upon their favorite horses,” said 
Jackie. 

“Along will come the Indian chief on his swift horse, 
Fire Fly. He will capture both the cowboy and the cow- 
girl,” continued Cricket. 

“Yes. He will take them prisoners and be just ready 
to scalp them when Queen Goldilocks hears of it,” added 
Jackie. 

“Queen Goldilocks sends all of her soldiers out and they 
drive the Indian chief away. The soldiers bring the cow- 
boy and the cowgirl back to live happily forever after with 
Queen Goldilocks,” finished Cricket. 

This little story they acted out faithfully with the paper 
dolls, paper horses and the wonderful walking doll. 

It was all as thrilling to them as if it really happened. 
The time passed all too rapidly and when the first dinner 
bell rang, Cricket said : 

“There, now, I am sorry we must run and wash our 


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hands and faces and brush our hair before the second bell 
rings.” 

“All right,” agreed Jackie, as he began to put every- 
thing away. “After dinner we can play some more.” 


Love Me, Love My Dog 

“MOW the sun is shining and we can go driving with 
Liberty Bond,” said Jackie. 

“Hurrah! hurrah!*’ cried Cricket. “Let us go this 
very minute. 

“All right,” agreed Jackie. 

Away they sped to the stable and there they found 
Liberty Bond contentedly eating hay. Cricket went 
alongside of him, stroked his silky coat and said : 

“Liberty Bond, do you know us now? We are your 
little master and mistress.” 

Liberty Bond turned a slender little ear in their direc- 
tion and stopped eating to listen. 

“If I pet him on his face, will he bite me?” inquired 
Jackie, cautiously. 

“No, indeed. Liberty Bond won’t bite or kick us. The 
groom says that he just loves children and as he belongs 
to us, he ought to love us a great deal,” replied Cricket. 

Jackie thought this was pretty good reasoning, so he 
gently stroked the white stripe down Liberty Bond’s nose, 
and sure enough he liked it. 

“Just see how soft his nose and lips are!” exclaimed 

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Cricket, as she touched the velvety lips. “Why, he is 
trying to stick his nose into my pocket,” she laughed. 

As she would take a step back, Liberty Bond would 
follow with his ears up and his eyes eager. He really 
was trying to put that pretty nose into his little mistress’s 
pocket. 

“He is very fond of sugar and candy,” said the groom, 
“and he knows that the pocket is the place in which he 
usually finds it.” 

“I will run to the house and ask Cook to give me some 
loaf sugar for him,” said Jackie. 

In a few minutes Jackie was back, and when Liberty 
Bond saw the lumps of sugar, he could hardly wait and 
his dainty nose was pushed down into Cricket’s pocket 
just about as quick as the sugar landed there. 

Then Jackie put a lump of the sweets in the palm of 
each hand, which he held as flat as possible, so that Liberty 
Bond would not nip one of his fingers instead of the sugar. 

Liberty Bond ate every speck of the sugar, and then 
looked so lovingly at Cricket and Jackie that Cricket said: 

“He is trying to thank us for the sugar, Jackie.” 

“Yes, and he says, ‘You were good to me, now I will 
be good to you and take you for a nice ride,’ ” said Jackie. 

“Everything is ready now for you to go,” said the 
groom. “There, Cricket, take the lines like this and back 



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Liberty Bond around just so. That is right, now you 
are off.” 

Down the beautiful, winding driveway they drove and 
then out onto the country road, where the lovely, white 
daisies and the fragrant pink roses nodded a welcome 
to them. 

“Oh, oh, isn’t this lovely!” exclaimed Cricket. 

“Yes, it is lovely and it is fun,” agreed Jackie. 

“Why, there is Tags and she keeps jumping right in 
front of Liberty Bond’s nose and barks all the time,” said 
Cricket. 

“Perhaps she is trying to tell Liberty Bond something,” 
suggested Jackie. 

“I believe that she wants us to turn around and go 
back. Maybe we have forgotten something,” said Cricket. 

“Bow-wow! bow-wow!” barked Tags. 

“It is your turn to drive now, Jackie. Let us turn 
back and see if that is what Tags wants us to do,” said 
Cricket. 

So Jackie turned Liberty Bond around, and they started 
back toward the house. At this Tags almost went wild 
with joy. She jumped and barked : 

“Bow-wow! Bow-wow! Bow- wow- wow! !” which 
meant : 

“Oh, thank you, ever and ever so much. My little 
puppy. Frisky Fido, is at the gate and wants very much to 


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go with us. He is too small to run so far. He would like 
to ride with you.” 

When they reached the gate, sure enough, there stood 
Frisky Fido, wagging his stubby tail and barking a funny, 
sharp, little puppy bark of thanks and welcome. 

“Why, of course, Tags wants us to take Frisky Fido 
with us,” laughed Cricket. 

‘'You hold the lines and I will pick the puppy up and 
give him to you,” suggested Jackie. 

Cricket held out her arms for Frisky Fido and would 
you believe it, the little fellow was so happy that he kissed 
her ear and her cheek so fast that it was bewildering to 
Cricket. 

Then in his puppy eagerness to do and see everything 
at once, he turned about suddenly and stuck his stubby 
tail right in her face. 

“Here, Frisky Fido!” scolded Jackie. “You sit right 
down in the bottom of the cart and ride like a gentleman 
should.” 

“Bow-wow! Bow-wow-wow-wow!” barked Tags, 
which meant: 

“Frisky Fido, you be a good puppy and do as you are 
told or you will have to get out of the cart and walk home 
all by yourself.” 

Now, Frisky Fido meant to be good and obey, but 
his feet were so big and clumsy and he didn't know how 


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to balance himself in the cart, so when Liberty Bond 
started to trot, out went Frisky right on his side. Then 
his fat little body rolled over and over in the dirt. 

Jackie jumped out and picked up his pet, then said: 

“Cricket, you drive Liberty Bond and I will carry 
Frisky Fido to the house.” 

At the door step they met Betty Jane and she said, 
“Jackie, why don’t you let that bad, puppy dog walk?” 

Jackie sat down with Frisky Fido in his arms. He 
looked very rebukingly at Betty Jane, then replied: 

“Because he is too small to walk so far and he isn’t 
bad. He was just foolish.” 

The wise old white rooster was hunting his dinner over 
under the lilac bushes. He saw and heard all this. He 
shook his fiery red comb and said to himself : 

“It looks to me like another case of the old proverb, 
‘Love Me, Love My Dog.' ” 



LOVE ME, LOVE MY DOG 

I haven't time for girls and play. 

I'm busy all the morning through 
Since my new puppy came to stay. 
Although I'll tell you what I'll do— 
I'll join whatever game you say 
But Pupsy must be in it, too. 



Frisky Fido Falls in the Lemonade 

HAT shall we do today?” sighed Cricket. 



v v “Oh, I know what would be just lots of fun!” 
exclaimed Betty Jane. 

“Well, tell us what it is and see if we think that it 
will be fun,” begged Jackie. 

“It will not only be fun, but at the same time we will 
be helping someone,” replied Betty Jane mysteriously. 

“Do tell us what you mean quick,” demanded Cricket. 

“I mean that we can earn some money and give it to 
‘the milk fund’ for the poor babies in the city,” explained 
Betty Jane. 

“Don’t the babies in the city have milk from their own 
cows like we do?” inquired Glen Allyn. 

“Mercy, no!” exclaimed Cricket. “There is no room 
in the city for cows and besides the poor fathers and 
mothers could not afford them anyhow.” 

“I have heard that the poor babies only have old, stale 
milk brought to them in bottles, and that costs so much 
very often they have to go without any,” added Jackie. 

“Betty Jane, tell us how we can earn this money?” 
inquired Cricket. 

“We can have a lemonade stand out by the roadside 


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and sell lemonade to everyone who passes,” explained 
Betty Jane. 

“That is a splendid idea! Everyone will buy from 
us, I am sure,” replied Cricket. 

“There are so many people passing in automobiles all 
the time. We will call out to them and stop them,” said 
Jackie. 

“Yes, and they are all sure to be thirsty, for it is very 
warm today,” added Glen Allyn. 

“Where will we get our stand?” asked Betty Jane. 

“We can take the folding table from the sewing room. 
Mamma won’t care,” said Jackie. 

“Oh, my! it will take such a lot of lemons and sugar! 
Where shall we get them?” inquired Cricket. 

“Why, cook will give them to us. The grocery boy 
just brought her a dozen lemons this morning. I saw 
them,” declared Jackie Jinks. 

Gleefully, the children considered their plans all made 
and ran to tell Jackie’s mamma and cook. 

“Of course, you can take the folding table,” promised 
Mrs. Jinks, when told of the plans. “I have a nice piece 
of white oilcloth to lay over it, too. Now go tell cook 
that I sent you to her and wish her to give you anything 
that you may need.” 

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looked doubtful just for a moment. She had planned to 
use most of them that day, but Jackie said: 

“You see, cook, all this business is not just for fun only. 
It is so that we may buy milk for the poor babies in the 
city.” 

“Very well, then, if that is it, I will change my plans 
for the day’s cooking. You shall have all of the lemons, 
and as you may have a rush of business, I will telephone 
to the grocery for some more right away,” replied the 
good cook. 

“Thank you, cook! Thank you ever so much!” cried 
the children as they flung themselves upon her in loving 
embrace. 

“Bow-wow-wow! Bow-wow-wow!” barked Tags, 
joyfully, as if she understood and was pleased. 

“Bow- wow- wow! Bow-wow-wow!” echoed Frisky 
Fido, as he tried to bite his mother’s ear. 

In a very short time the table was set up right under 
the big maple tree down by the roadside. 

Upon it was placed six plates and six glasses, a small 
tray, a pan of clear water and two nice, clean linen towels, 
so that they might wash the glasses after each customer. 

“Who is going to make the lemonade?” questioned 
Glen Allyn. 

“We are all going to make it, and then we can all have 


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the praise for it,” replied Cricket. “I will cut the lemons 
and the rest of you can squeeze the juice from them.” 

“This great, big earthen jar is just the thing to hold 
all the lemonade we intend to make,” said Betty Jane, as 
she squeezed the juice into it. 

“Now, Glen Allyn and I will bring out the ice and 
the water,” declared Jackie. 

While they were gone, Cricket and Betty Jane stirred 
the sugar into the lemon juice. Just as they had finished, 
the boys returned, trudging bravely along with their heavy 
load. 

Cricket put the heavy, earthen jar on the ground where 
it would be easier for the boys to add the water and ice, 
then said: 

“You can put the ice right in now, Glen Allyn.” 

“Jackie, you can pour your bucket of water over the 
ice and all,” said Betty Jane. 

“I will stir it all up together with this big spoon,” 
laughed Cricket, delighted to see their work so nearly 
completed. 

Now, no one had noticed Tags and her mischievous 
puppy. Frisky Fido. They were having a regular old- 
fashioned romp. Just as the lemonade was really made, 
Frisky Fido jumped over his mother’s back and landed 
splash! right into the lemonade. 

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scolded Jackie, as he lifted the frightened and dripping 
Frisky Fido from the lemonade jar. 

“Oh, oh!” wailed Cricket. “Everything is spoiled! 
Now we can’t make any money for ‘the milk fund.’ *’ 

“We might sell it for two cents a glass,’’ suggested 
Glen Allyn. “Frisky Fido didn’t hurt it much. He just 
had his bath this morning.” 

“Oh, no, no!” laughed Cricket. “You are too little 
to understand how dreadful that would be.” 

“There it goes!” exclaimed Jackie, dolefully, as he 
tipped the jar and the once delicious lemonade flowed 
over the ground. 

But things are seldom as bad as they seem. Just then 
the grocery boy brought cook’s second order of lemons. 
She gladly gave them to the children and helped them to 
make another jar of good lemonade. 

Of course every one who passed bought a glass of it. 
When night came, the children had a box full of nickels 
and dimes to buy milk for the poor babies in the hot city. 


A Stitch in Time Saves Nine 


XT OW, Jackie Jinks not only loved his papa very, very 
* ^ dearly, but he admired him so much that he wanted 
to do everything that his papa did and have everything 
that his papa had. 

Jackie never, never teased for anything and therefore, 
from time to time, he had been given everything for which 
he had asked. 

But he had one great wish, which had never been filled, 
because he had never spoken of it. 

In fact, Jackie Jinks* wish had become so great that 
sometimes he thought it would burst right out just like a 
secret does when we least expect it. 

Just like it did when he had a pretty pair of brown 
slippers, so soft and nice, to give dear Grandpa for Christ- 
mas, but somehow, long before the time, Jackie told him, 
and he really never intended to do so. The secret just 
burst out. 

Now, Jackie never, never would ask his papa for this 
treasure as a gift for just any day in the year. He waited 
patiently for his next birthday to come, when he had a 
perfect right to make known his desires. 

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To Jackie, this birthday seemed just as slow in coming 
as crawling snails seem to a bird which flies. 

At last a day came when his papa called Jackie to 
him and said: 

“Well, son, what do you wish for your birthday present 
this year?” 

Jackie Jinks quickly climbed up into his papa’s lap, put 
his arms about his papa’s neck and whispered the wish, 
“buzz-zz-buzz-zz,” into his papa’s loving ear. 

Jackie’s cheeks were so red and his eyes were so big 
and bright, that papa knew just how great this wish was, 
so he held Jackie off at arm’s length and with a tender 
smile said: 

“Why, of course, that is a splendid wish, and we will 
try to work so much magic that it comes true.” 

Then the birthday morning came and as Jackie slowly 
opened his eyes to smile at the sun which was peeping in 
at him, through the big window, he saw something on 
the pillow, which made his eyes just fly wide open and 
his hands go out quickly to grasp it. 

“Oh, the magic worked ! It worked ! My secret wish 
came true!” he cried, joyfully. 

Sure enough, there was the secret wish come to life, and 
he held it in his hands. 

It was a fine, big foot-ball. Just such a one as papa 


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had had when he was a boy and played with the college 
team. 

“Papa, papa!” called Jackie Jinks, as he hugged his 
treasure to him and ran to his papa’s room. 

“Thank you, oh thank you!” panted Jackie, as he 
smothered his papa with bear hugs and kisses. 

Jackie Jinks was so happy over his new treasure that 
he could hardly wait until he was dressed, so that he 
might run out and show his foot-ball to Cricket and all 
of his little friends. 

But as his mother buttoned him into his little pink 
rompers, he suddenly remembered that foot-ball players 
do not wear pink gingham rompers. They wear heavy 
trousers and shirts. 

“Please, mama, may I have some trousers like a foot- 
ball player?” he asked. 

“Why, certainly dear,” replied his mother. “Right 
after breakfast I will fix you up a whole suit.” 

My, oh my, what a suit that was! And how proud 
Jackie was of it! 

You see, his mother took a pair of his father’s old trou- 
sers and cut them off. Then she took a shirt and made it a 
little smaller. 

“But I should have a cap also,” said Jackie Jinks. 

“Why, of course you should,” agreed his mother. 

“To be sure, to be sure, you should have a cap,” de- 



A STITCH IN TIME SAVES NINE 


When a chap by any chance 
Sprinting for a goaf 
Gets a tackle on his pants 
T earing out a hole. 

Then it s time to stop the match 
And secure a prudent patch ! 








I 



The Birthday Surprise 






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dared his father, and went straightway to the hall doset 
and brought out one of his caps. 

“It is just the thing!*’ cried Jackie. “Oh, thank you, 
papa, and thank you, mama.’’ 

That afternoon all the children of the neighborhood 
came to Jackie’s birthday party and Jackie was waiting 
to greet them in his foot-ball suit. 

“Is that you, Jackie Jinks?*’ laughed Cricket. I hardly 
knew you.” 

“Don’t you want to hold my ball a few minutes. 
Cricket?*’ inquired Jackie. 

“Of course I do, and I want to play with it, too,’* 
replied Cricket. 

“I want you to play with it, and I want everyone to 
play with it,’’ said Jackie. Then he thought: 

“I am so glad that I have this lovely foot-ball. Every- 
one can play with it and we can all have lots of fun. I 
am sure everyone will be careful of it, for I love it so 
much.” 

For some time the children did play nicely and happily 
with the foot-ball and everything went well until one 
little boy became so selfish that he refused to give up the 
foot-ball even after he had had his turn. 

Now, would you believe it, this naughty boy kicked the 
foot-ball far away and through the wire fence. It looked 
like no one could ever get it again. 


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But Jackie Jinks did not fear the wire fence. His 
only thought was to recover his beloved foot-ball, so 
through the fence he climbed. 

Alas! Alas! The sharp wire barbs fastened them- 
selves into his trousers and held him fast. 

Jackie could not move forward and he could not move 
backward. At last he gave a violent jerk, and forward 
he fell into the next field, but two big pieces were torn 
right out of his trousers. 

Jackie did not stop. He just ran and ran until he had 
his foot-ball in his arms once more. 

As he came back to the fence, he found that Cricket 
had carefully picked the pieces of his trousers off from the 
barbs. 

“Never mind, Jackie,” she comforted. You have your 
foot-ball anyway, and it is all whole. You come with me 
and I will sew these pieces back in place for you.” 

So together they ran into the house. Cricket got 
Jackie’s mother’s sewing basket and after many sighs and 
finger pricks sewed the patches on Jackie’s trousers. 

Just as Cricket was taking the last stitch, Jackie’s papa 
came in and said to her: 

“Well, well, my little maid. I see you have been 
taught the good old proverb, ‘A Stitch in Time Saves 
Nine.’ ” 


The Circus 


T7 1 ACH day found Rags more content with his new life. 

Of course, he loved his little friends right away, but 
he missed his dear clown and the excitement of the circus 
life. 

In fact, at first he was homesick. However, he never 
dreamed of leaving his new home and friends and starting 
out to find the circus. He was too sensible a dog for that. 

One time Cricket and Jackie came upon him lying down 
by the roadside. He was watching the road wistfully and 
sniffing eagerly at every passerby. 

“Poor Rags must be homesick for the circus,” sympa- 
thized Cricket. 

“Why, we will have one and cheer him up,” cried 
Jackie. 

“Of course we can have a real circus down in the bam,” 
agreed Cricket. 

“Yes, and we can have it this very afternoon, too,” said 
Jackie. 

“We must hurry and tell Betty Jane and Glen Allyn,” 
urged Cricket. 

“They can be our trapeze performers,” said Jackie. 

“We must ask Cook to telephone the other children of 
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the neighborhood, for we will not have time to ask them 
ourselves,” declared Cricket. 

Quickly preparations were begun. Betty Jane and 
Glen Allyn hurried over and helped to make a nice dirt 
ring on the floor of the barn. 

At last everything was ready, and at exactly two o’clock 
Jackie stood at the barn door dressed in his cowboy suit. 

He stood on a small stool behind a tall box, for he was 
the ticket seller. Before him was the cash box, a wooden 
cigar box with a neat cover. At one side were the tickets, 
while the rest of the space was for the money, which they 
intended to send to “the ice fund” for the poor little city 
babies. 

By twos and by threes the children began to arrive. 
They were all eager and expectant. 

Rags had caught the circus spirit. His eyes sparkled 
and he could scarcely wait for the show to begin. He 
paced about excitedly, looking very handsome with a 
bright red ribbon bow tied among his black curls. 

“Step right this way, ladies and gentlemen ! Only five 
cents to see this wonderful show! Do not miss it!” called 
Jackie in as loud a voice as he could command. 

Pennies and nickels dropped merrily into the box. 
There was soon such a crowd of children as even surprised 
Jackie. He had not realized that there were so many little 
folks in the neighborhood. 


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Suddenly the beat of a drum announced that the circus 
would begin. 

Jackie carefully closed the cover to the money box, then 
closed the big barn door, stepped into the center of the ring 
and said: 

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have the pleasure to announce 
that we have with us a famous circus dog. We call him 
Rags. He will now perform.’ * 

Promptly Rags sat up on his hind legs and bowed po- 
litely to everyone. Then while Glen Allyn beat the 
drum. Rags danced a waltz on his hind feet. He ended 
his act by walking on his front feet with his hind feet held 
up in the air. 

The children were delighted and clapped their hands 
and laughed. This pleased Rags so much that he began 
to bark. 

Then Jackie had a sudden idea. He took the red hand- 
kerchief from around his neck. He fastened it to the back 
of his belt and started to run around the ring. 

Instantly Rags made a leap for the handkerchief, caught 
it in his teeth and ran after Jackie. He pulled back as hard 
as he could. When Jackie turned the curves, Rags* four 
feet would leave the floor and he would go flying in the 
air. He never once let loose of the handkerchief until 
Jackie stubbed his toe and down in a heap they both went. 
Again there was great applause from the children. 


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The next act was very pretty. Cricket came riding in on 
Liberty Bond, and she looked just like a little fairy. 

Liberty Bond wore no saddle, just a fancy blanket 
strapped on. Cricket had on a pretty white dress with 
stiffly starched short skirts and a big pink bow on her hair. 
She was riding on Liberty Bond’s hip and carried her little 
whip gracefully over her head. 

She*rode around the circle several times, then Jackie 
caught hold of the strap and sprang up in front of her. 
Now, to the amazement of all, both Jackie and Cricket 
stood up and rode around in true circus style. It seems 
that they had been secretly practicing this for some time. 

Then Betty Jane and Glen Allyn did some splendid 
tricks on the swing and trapeze, which the children thought 
wonderful and greatly enjoyed. 

Now it was Rags’ turn again. Jackie tossed him a ball. 
He caught it in his mouth, tossed it up again and caught it 
on his nose ; then he walked on his hind feet, at the same 
time balancing the ball. The children thought this was 
most amusing. 

The last act was a thrilling chariot race, of course. Rags 
was hitched to a little cart, in which rode Snow-white. 
Tags was hitched to another little cart, in which rode 
Paws. 

Of course, both dogs were eager to win the race. As 
they ran they barked and barked. The little carts swayed 


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wildly about until Tags was just ready to pass Rags and 
their cart wheels locked. T ags’ cart went right over on its 
side. 

Paws jumped, and, of course, like all cats, landed on her 
feet unhurt. Snow-white only crouched lower and her big 
eyes grew redder. 

“The race is ended, and we will call it a tie,” shouted 
Jackie, as he held the excited dogs by their collars. 

The children all ran to the ring to play with the perform- 
ing pets. Everyone agreed that it was the best circus that 
any of the children had ever given. 

That night as Jackie counted the money into his mama’s 
hand, he said : 

“Well, the circus was lots of fun for Rags and the rest 
of us, but I think those poor babies will think it was better 
than that when they have the ice this money brings.” 



WHAT CANT BE CURED MUST BE 
ENDURED 

I was a soldier and I played 
My crackers were a hand grenade, 

But they went off too soon by far 
And left a dreadful burn and scar ; 

I s' pose I'll simply have to stand 
It now to have a crippled hand ! 






What Can’t Be Cured Must Be Endured 


“TV J HAT do you suppose is in that red box up on 

~ * the shelf in the nursery closet?” inquired Cricket. 

“I do not know,” replied Jackie Jinks, “but I will climb 
up and find out.” 

Straightway, he brought the highest chair he saw, placed 
it under the shelf, climbed up and brought down the red 
package, which had been pushed back into the farthest 
corner on the shelf and had probably been there some time. 

“Shall we open it? Does it belong to you?” asked 
Cricket. 

“I never saw it before, but it must belong to me, because 
everything in this nursery is mine,” declared Jackie. 

Very slowly and carefully Cricket tore off one end of 
the wrapper and there was a distinct odor of gun powder. 

“Oh, it is a package of fire-crackers!” cried Jackie. 
“I remember now. They were left over from one Fourth 
of July.” 

“Come on out in the yard and we will play with them,” 
suggested Cricket. 

“All right. Let us find Glen Allyn and play that we 
are soldiers and have a parade and everything,” said 
Jackie, eagerly. 


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So Jackie found his little wooden sword and stuck it in 
his belt. Then from amongst his toys, he brought out his 
little toy cannon. 

With the fire-crackers and these, he struggled through 
the house, out into the yard and down to the picket fence. 
Under the shade of the big apple tree, he dropped his 
treasures. 

Presently Cricket and Glen Allyn arrived, all eager 
and ready to play soldier. 

“But we can't be real soldiers unless we have soldier 
hats," declared Cricket. 

“Oh, yes we can. We can make believe that we have 
hats," said Jackie. 

“No, we really must have something on our heads, for 
no one ever saw a soldier parade without his hat," insisted 
Cricket. 

“Oh, I know what we can wear!" cried Glen Allyn. 
“We can wear my Indian feathers and pretend they are 
soldier hats." 

“Yes, that will be fine," said Cricket. 

“Hurry and bring them!" demanded Jackie. 

Very soon Glen Allyn came running back with the In- 
dian feathers, but alas, he could only find two of the gay 
headdresses and there were three to wear them. 

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just make believe that I have a hat,** said Glen Allyn 
generously. 

“No, thank you. You keep the feathers and I will get 
that old paper hat which papa made for me. Then we 
will each have a hat,” said Jackie. 

“Oh, Jackie, while you are in the nursery, get your flag 
and bring it back with you. We will need it,” advised 
Cricket. 

Presently, three warm little soldiers with make-believe 
soldier hats, but with brave hearts, formed a procession, but 
something seemed very lacking. 

“We need a drum,” declared Cricket. 

“Why, of course we do. I will go to the house and 
bring back mine,” said Jackie Jinks. 

“Now Cricket,” said Jackie, as he handed her the 
drum, “you be the drummer. Glen Allyn is the color 
bearer, and I will be the Captain because I have the sword. 
I will also drag the cannon and carry the fire-crackers 
because there are no more soldiers.” 

So in line they fell and off they marched to the time 
beaten from the drum. It was great fun for awhile and 
around and around the house they paraded. 

But at last it ceased to be interesting and a little excite- 
ment seemed very much needed. 

“Oh, I know what we can do,” said Jackie as the soldier 


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procession came to a halt before the last embers of the 
gardener’s brush fire. 

“We will pretend that we are camping out for the night 
and this is our camp fire.’* 

“Yes, and we must cook our dinner over this fire,*’ sug- 
gested Cricket. 

“We can go over in the field and dig some potatoes and 
pick some sweet corn to cook,’’ said Glen Allyn. 

Quickly these hungry soldiers scampered off, climbed 
the picket fence and very soon each one had dug up a nice 
potato and picked an ear of sweet corn. 

They left the potatoes in their jackets and the sweet corn 
in their husks and buried them in the hot ashes of the 
brush fire. 

“Now that we are real soldiers and cooking our own 
dinner, we should signal the other soldiers that this is a 
good place to camp for the night,’’ said Cricket. 

“Why not signal them with these fire-crackers? They 
would make a great, big noise,’’ declared Jackie. 

“Give me one and I will light it in the fire. We will 
pretend that it is the cannon being fired,’’ said Cricket. 

“I am the Captain, so I must fire the cannon. It would 
not be safe for the drummer to do it,*’ insisted Jackie Jinks. 

So he pulled some of the fire-crackers loose from the 
bunch, then one of them he held over a hot coal until its 
long, string-like end caught fire. 



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“Throw it away, quick! Throw it away, quick!** 
screamed Cricket. 

But somehow Jackie was not quick enough and the fire- 
cracker exploded right in his hand and the hot powder 
burned him in several places. 

“Oh, oh!’* screamed Jackie as he danced up and down 
and then, forgetting that he was a soldier Captain, began 
to cry. 

“Never mind, Jackie dear! I will fix the burns all up 
for you,” comforted Cricket. 

Away to the house she flew, soon to return with a basin 
of water and some nice, soft, white cloth. As she washed 
the black powder away and tied up his hand, she said : 

“Please do not cry, Jackie, dear. Long ago my mamma 
taught me the old proverb, ‘What can’t be cured must be 
endured.’ ” 


Tags Finds Billy Raccoon 

/^\NE day a most unusual thing happened. Tags was 
nowhere to be seen. Now, no one in the household 
could ever remember when Tags was not at Jackie’s heels 
or at least within sight. 

Jackie called and Jackie whistled, but Tags did not 
answer. At last Jackie’s mamma said: 

“You and Cricket take Liberty Bond and go down 
the road. Perhaps Tags has just gone for a walk or 
maybe something has happened to her and she needs you.” 

So together Jackie and Cricket put the harness upon 
Liberty Bond, hitched him to the cart, and set out to find 
Tags. 

From out of the driveway they turned to the right and 
went on down the road until they came to the bridge 
which spanned the pretty winding creek. 

“Oh, stop here, Jackie! Perhaps Tags came down to 
take a swim in the creek,” suggested Cricket. 

So on the bridge they stood. From there they could 
look up and down the creek, which ran quietly along 
through the deep ravine with lovely trees on either side 
of its banks. 


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Again Jackie called and whistled, but Tags did not 
answer, nor was she to be seen. 

“S-sh, s-sh !” warned Cricket. “I heard a little whine.** 

They both listened breathlessly, and, sure enough, they 
heard Tags whine and then bark defiantly. 

Jackie whistled again and commanded Tags to come 
to him, but she only whined and barked the louder. She 
was not to be seen anywhere. 

“We will leave Liberty Bond here and go to find our 
Tags. Something is wrong and she can’t come to us,’* 
declared Jackie. 

Down the bank they scrambled and in the direction of 
the barking they hurried. 

“There is our Tags!” exclaimed Cricket. 

“Why, nothing is the matter with her,” said Jackie, in 
surprise. “But she is acting strange,” he added. 

Indeed Tags was acting strange. She had never been 
so excited in her life, and she was trying hard to greet her 
master and mistress properly, yet not take her eye off from 
her prize, which she was keeping up in the tree. 

“Oh, oh!” cried Cricket. “What kind of an animal 
is that? It is as big as Tags herself.” 

Jackie and Cricket stood beside Tags and looked won- 
deringly and eagerly at the fat, clumsy creature, which 
was crouching upon a limb of the tree. 


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It had a nice warm coat of long, coarse, grayish brown 
fur, short ears and a bushy, black and white ringed tail. 

“Isn’t it a funny animal!’’ exclaimed Cricket. “I am 
not a bit afraid of it, are you? It looks rather kind and 
friendly.’’ 

“No, I am not afraid of it and I would like to take it 
home for a pet,’’ declared Jackie. 

“That would be nice,** said Cricket. “You stay here 
with Tags and see that it doesn’t get away. I will take 
Liberty Bond and go for the groom. He will catch it 
for us.” 

In a short time Cricket and John were back. They 
brought with them a huge crate. 

“Why, that is a raccoon,” said John. “He is a beauty 
and will make an interesting pet for you.” 

Straightway, he swung himself up onto a low branch, 
then asked Jackie to hand him the crate. This he placed 
in the crotch of the tree right in front of the raccoon. 

John then went up a little higher in the tree and with 
the aid of a long stick drove the gentle raccoon into the 
crate. With his foot he pushed down the slats before the 
opening, so that the raccoon could not walk out. 

“Well, that was easily done,” said the groom. 

“I guess that he wanted to be caught and go home with 
us,” replied Jackie. 

“He must be very sleepy and not quite sure of what he 


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is doing or he would have fought some. Y ou see, raccoons 
sleep all day like the bats and only come out at night, as a 
rule,” explained John. 

“I wonder why he is out today?” inquired Cricket. 

“Because he fooled himself,” laughed John. “There 
is no sunshine today. It is very cloudy and gray. He 
probably thought it was early evening and as he was hun- 
gry, he would go out and hunt his supper.” 

“Where do you suppose his real home is?” asked 
Cricket. 

“I expect that it is in the hollow of that large tree over 
there,” replied John. 

“They like best to have their nest in some dead limb. 
There they stay and sleep during all of the cold winter 
months.” 

“Why, his fur is all wet and Tags is all wet, too!” 
exclaimed Jackie. 

“Yes, raccoons are great swimmers and they are very 
fond of fish for their dinner,” said John. “They cannot 
dive for the fish, but they catch them near the surface of 
the water. He was probably out fishing when Tags first 
saw him.” 

“Then Tags must have jumped in after him and chased 
him to shore,” suggested Cricket. 

“Bow-wow-wow-wow!” barked Tags, as if to say: 


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“Yes, that is just how it happened and I am so happy 
that you all came to help me.” 

“Good old Tags!” said Jackie, lovingly. “You are a 
great hunter and we never knew it.” 

Tags put her front feet into Jackie’s hands and wiggled 
all over in her pride and happiness. She even insisted 
upon kissing everybody’s ear. 

When they reached home. Rags and Frisky Fido came 
running out to meet them. What a welcome they gave 
T ags ! They jumped upon her and kissed her many times, 
and when they saw her prize they were so pleased that 
they did it all over again. 

As for the raccoon, he seemed to be very contented and 
enjoying the admiration of the children and dogs gathered 
about him. 

John brought out a pan of water and part of a loaf 
of bread for him. He quickly broke off a piece of the 
bread and, holding it with his front feet, washed it thor- 
oughly in the water before eating it. 

“Isn’t he funny!** exclaimed Cricket, delightedly. 

“Tags, I am so glad that you found him for us. He 
will like to be our pet, I am sure,’* said Jackie Jinks. 

“Let us name him Billy Raccoon,’’ suggested Cricket. 

“All right, I think Billy is a very nice name for him,*’ 
agreed Jackie. 


It’s an 111 Wind That Blows Nobody Good 


TN the early spring Jackie Jinks awoke one morning to 

hear a happy robin call, “Cheer-up! Cheer-up! Cheer- 

i** 

up! 

It was such a clear, joyous sound and was almost in- 
stantly answered by another happy, “Cheer-up! Cheer- 
up! Cheer-up!” 

“Oh, it is the papa and mama Robin Red Breast!” cried 
Jackie, excitedly, as he jumped out of bed. 

“Cheer-up! Cheer-up! Cheer-up!” again said mama 
Robin Red Breast, which meant : 

“Good morning, Jackie. Papa and I have come back 
again this year and we intend to live in our same old nest.” 

“Oh, please, Mrs. Robin Red Breast,” begged Jackie, 
“be sure and live in your old nest in the big maple tree right 
outside of my window. There I can watch you each day 
and in the summer I can watch your baby birds.” 

“Cheer-up! Cheer-up! Cheer-up!” promised mama 
Robin Red Breast. 

And so it was that now Cricket and Jackie had the 
pleasure of seeing first the bright, blue eggs in the nest. 
Then one morning in place of the eggs, there all cuddled 
together, were three tiny birds. 

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101 


Their little bodies were all covered by a soft down and 
they were all cuddled down one against the other in the 
nice, warm nest. 

And now on this lovely, warm summer day Cricket 
stood with Jackie watching them from his bedroom win- 
dow and he told her all about their arrival. 

“There comes papa Robin Red Breast now and he has 
a worm dangling from his bill,” cried Cricket, excitedly. 

“Of course. He has been out a long, long time hunt- 
ing for that worm. Now look! look!” exclaimed Jackie. 

As papa Robin Red Breast reached the nest all three 
baby bird mouths flew open, oh, so wide open! In fact, 
those baby birds looked to be all mouth. 

Papa Robin Red Breast perched upon the edge of the 
nest, broke the worm into three pieces and dropped a bit 
into each wide stretched, yellow mouth. 

Then back to sleep went the baby birds and back to 
hunt worms went papa Robin Red Breast. 

Soon mama Robin Red Breast found a nice, big worm. 
Like papa Robin Red Breast, she perched upon the edge 
of the nest, broke the worm into three pieces and dropped 
a bit into each wide stretched yellow mouth. 

“Why, Jackie Jinks, how do you know which is the 
papa and which is the mama Robin Red Breast?” ques- 
tioned Cricket. 

“Because you can plainly see that one bird has a lighter 


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breast than the other. The dark red breasted one is the 
papa and the lighter breasted one is the mama,” explained 
Jackie. 

“I wonder why they are not both alike?” asked Cricket. 

“I suppose that the mama bird is lighter colored be- 
cause she has to sit upon the nest and wait for the eggs to 
hatch. She is not so easily seen by any enemy who might 
want to rob the nest,” replied Jackie. 

“But if the mama Robin has to sit upon the eggs all the 
time to keep them warm, how does she get anything to 
eat?” questioned Cricket. 

“Papa Robin brings her worms and bugs to eat and then 
if she wishes to fly about for a while he sits upon the eggs 
while she is gone, so they will not get cold,” replied Jackie. 

Soon the baby birds began to grow feathers and day by 
day these feathers grew until their fat little breasts began 
to show red and their legs looked so long. 

Then came a day when the baby birds thought that they 
were big enough to go out into the great world by them- 
selves. Out of the nest they hopped and along the branch 
of the tree they fluttered. 

My, oh, my, how pleased they were with themselves! 

“What a beautiful world it is!” chirped the first little 
bird in a squeaky voice. 

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brother, “but I would like to hop over on the other side of 
the tree and see what it looks like from there.” 

“You had better stay right where you are,” advised the 
third little brother bird. 

Just then a sudden gust of wind came along. It puffed 
so hard that the baby birds began to totter and wabble 
about on the waving branch. 

“I can’t hold on any longer,” said the first little bird. 

“Neither can I,” said the second little bird, “but we do 
not need to fall ; we can use our wings and fly.” 

“Oh, no, let us get back into the nest quick,” urged the 
third little bird. 

Alas, he spoke too late! A great, big gust of wind 
puffed so hard that it blew them, all three, right off their 
feet. They spread their tiny wings and fluttered to the 
ground. Papa and mama Robin Red Breast were quite 
near and hurried to their babies. 

“You naughty babies,” scolded their mama. “Why 
did you leave your nest when papa and I were away?” 

“You know your tail feathers are not long enough to 
balance you or guide you when you try to fly. You must 
be patient and wait a few days longer,” said papa Robin 
Red Breast. 

Now it happened that Cricket, Jackie and Glen Allyn 
were watching the little birds from the nursery window 
and saw everything that happened. 


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“Oh, oh, the poor little things!” cried Cricket. “Come, 
boys, we must go and pick them up.” 

Quickly the three children reached the spot and the 
baby birds chirped a shrill welcome, for they had seen 
Cricket and the boys every day of their lives and knew 
them to be their good friends. 

“You climb the tree, Jackie, while Glen Allyn and I 
pick up the babies,” said Cricket. 

“Chirp ! Chirp ! ” called the third little robin. 

Cricket went straight to him and he hopped right onto 
her finger. Very carefully she carried him to the tree, 
gave him to Jackie and he put him back safe in the nest. 

Then the first little Robin hopped on Glen Allyn’s finger 
and the second little bird hopped on Cricket’s finger. They 
carried them to the tree and soon Jackie had put them 
in the nest. 

“This is a great day to sail a kite,” said Jackie. 

“That would be fun, Jackie. Go and get yours,” said 
Cricket. 

So Jackie ran off to the house and in a twinkling he and 
Tags came racing back and very soon the gay kite was 
sailing gracefully up towards the clouds. 

Another mischievous gust of wind caught Glen Allyn’s 
cap and it looked like it would sail up to the kite. 

“Oh, my cap! my cap!” cried Glen Allyn. 



IT'S AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS 
NOBODY GOOD 

When winds of March blow wild and free, 
Small folks they treat disgracefully. 

They snatch their hats right off their hair 
And leave the children crying there ; 

But miles and miles up in the sky 
They make big brother's kite to fly ! 























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Cricket and the Young Bird 



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“Never mind ; do not cry,” comforted Cricket. “Jackie 
will catch your cap for you.” 

Tags looked up at the beautiful kite as it soared so grace- 
fully and then at the birds back in their nests, and said : 

“Bow-wow ! Bow- wow-wow I” which meant : 

“This is just like the old proverb, ‘It’s an ill wind that 
blows nobody good.’ ” 


Petie Pig 


HE pigs are out! The pigs are out!** cried Cricket. 



“We must hurry and drive them back to their pen 


or they will go to the clover field and ruin it,’* declared 
Jackie in alarm. 


“You run down and open the pen gate, while I try to 


get ahead of them,** said Cricket. 

Now, getting ahead of the pigs was not as easy as it 
sounded. They were on their way to the clover field and 
had a good start. 

They grunted and squealed as they ran and it certainly 
was surprising how fast the clumsy, heavy creatures could 
run. Their legs were so short, too. 

“Jackie, you go on the other side and try to get ahead of 
them,** panted Cricket. 

Nearer and nearer to the clover field the pigs came, until 
it seemed to both Jackie and Cricket that the lovely clover 
would soon be trampled and spoiled by the many feet and 
the heavy bodies. 

Suddenly there was a rush and a black, furry streak 
flew past them, almost upsetting Cricket as she tried to 
dodge and, of course, dodged the wrong way. 


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The black, furry streak was Rags. Just at the edge 
of the clover field he reached the leader’s side. 

Now the leader had no idea of letting a black, curly 
dog so much smaller than himself stop his feast of clover. 

He gave some very loud grunts and squeals, which 
plainly told Rags so, but Rags was equally determined to 
have his way. He knew that he was right and the pig 
wrong, so he caught the pig’s ear with his teeth and 
pinched it. 

This made Mr. Piggie very cross, indeed. He didn’t 
mind the pinch so much, but he felt insulted to be treated 
like that by a dog. In fact, it made him more determined 
than ever to have his way and he ran right on. 

However, just as he was about to trample the clover, 
Rags bent down and caught his front leg with his teeth. 
Down went Mr. Piggie and over onto his fat side he rolled. 

At this, the other pigs decided that it was best for them 
to turn back before the same thing happened to them. So 
with Rags bounding and barking beside of them, they 
turned straight about and scampered back to the pen. 

Mr. Piggie took his time to get up. First he sat up on 
his haunches and looked about him carefully. 

“Pooh, pooh!’’ he chuckled. “They have forgotten all 
about me, but they need not think that I will sit here al- 
ways. No, sir. I will eat all the clover that I wish.’’ 

Sure enough, in the excitement both Jackie and Cricket 


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did forget the naughty leader. When he fell, the thick, 
high clover hid him from their view. 

However, Mr. Piggie was not to enjoy his feast long for 
Rags had not forgotten him. No, indeed. As soon as the 
last pig was safely in the pen, he rushed back to the clover 
field. 

“Bow, wow-wow-wow! Bow, wow-wow- wow-wow !“ 
barked Rags. 

“Pooh, pooh!” answered Mr. Piggie defiantly, but not 
so much as even looking at Rags. He was just eating the 
sweet clover as fast as he could. 

Rags flopped his silky, curly ears and thought a moment. 
Now that he stood face to face with this big animal, it did 
not seem quite so easy to pinch or nip him into obedience. 

“Bow-wow ! Bow-wow ! ” he barked imploringly. 

“Why, that is Rags, and he is calling us!” exclaimed 
Cricket. “I know that he is calling us!” 

“He wants us to come and help him, but where is he?” 
questioned Jackie. 

“Bow, wow-wow! Bow, wow-wow!” barked Rags to 
help guide them to him. 

“I cannot see him, but it sounds like he was down in 
the clover field,” said Cricket. 

“We must go and help him. Something must be wrong,” 
declared Jackie. 


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PETIE PIG 


“Oh, there is Rags, and one of the pigs is still out and 
eating the clover!” cried Cricket. 

“It is Petie Pig! The old rascal,” laughed Jackie. 

At the sound of the children’s voices and laughter, Petie 
Pig chuckled, too. He really loved Cricket and Jackie 
Jinks. 

Y ou see when he was a tiny baby piggie his own mother 
would have nothing to do with him. She refused to feed 
him or take care of him in any way. 

He would have starved had it not been that Jackie took 
him and brought him up. Jackie named his little pet Petie 

Pig. 

As Petie Pig was too small to feed himself, Jackie g^ve 
him nice warm milk to drink from his own old nursing 
bottle. 

“Why, you bad Petie Pig!” scolded Cricket. “It was 
you who led all the other pigs to this clover field.” 

“It was you, Petie Pig, who ran so fast that we could 
not get ahead of you!” added Jackie. 

“I could even believe that it was you who made the hole 
under the fence and then invited all of the other pigs to go 
to the feast with you,” said Cricket. 

“Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” inquired Jackie as 
he shook an accusing finger at the pig. 

Indeed, Petie Pig did hang his head in shame, for every 


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word that his little friends said was true. He could only 
grunt an apology. He really felt sorry. 

“Now, then,” ordered Jackie, “you just march right 
back to the pen.” 

“Oh, I want to ride him back!” cried Cricket. 

“All right, but hang on tight,” advised Jackie. “If he 
should run like he did coming out here, you would surely 
fall off.” 

To the big pig Cricket’s light weight was nothing. As 
if to make up for his past badness, Petie Pig now started 
off on a nice slow trot. 

“This is almost as much fun as it is to ride Liberty 
Bond,” laughed Cricket. 

Now, Liberty Bond was in the next pasture. He saw 
them coming and thought it was the funniest sight that he 
had ever seen. To express his amazement, he began to 
act funny, too. He stood up on his hind feet, then ran and 
kicked. 

Just then Petie Pig turned his head to watch Liberty 
Bond and stepped into a hole. The sudden jar was too 
much for Cricket and she fell right over Petie Pig’s head. 

“I don’t care!” she laughed. “We were nearly to the 
pen gate, anyway.” 


April Showers Bring May Flowers 

“ RICKET! Cricket!** called Jackie. “Come, run 



like anything! Something has happened to the 
fountain and the gardener has turned the water off.’* 
“Oh goodie! Oh goodie!’* cried Cricket, delightedly. 


“Now, we can go out and see the little boy and girl, who 


stand in the middle of the fountain.*’ 

“Of course we can,*’ said Jackie. “We will climb 
up the rocks and stand right beside of them, so that we 
can get acquainted.*’ 

“Oh, yes, and we can stand under their umbrella with 
them. Won’t that be fun?’* laughed Cricket. 

“Yes,” agreed Jackie. “They have it open all the 
time to keep the water off from them.” 

“Well, we do not need the umbrella to keep the water 
off, but it will keep the hot sun off from us,” explained 
Cricket. 

Across the dry cement basin of the fountain they ran 
and up the rough rocks they climbed, until they stood, 
one on each side of the little iron boy and girl, who spent 
their entire life looking out from under an open iron um- 
brella, which kept the sparkling spray from falling upon 
them. 


112 



APRIL SHOWERS BRING MAY FLOWERS 

Within this cosy tent of ours 

We watch the raindrops sprinkle. 

And think that where the April showers 
Make all the puddles wrinkle 
Soon little peeping May- time flowers 
Like yellow stars will twinkle ! 



APRIL SHOWERS 


113 


“Aren’t they cunning !” exclaimed Cricket, as she patted 
the iron curls of the little iron girl. 

“Yes,” agreed Jackie, “but I wish that they could 
talk to us.” 

“What are their names?” inquired Cricket. 

“They haven’t any,” said Jackie. 

“Why, the poor children. Let us call them Jack and 
Jill” suggested Cricket. 

“Oh yes. Jack and Jill would be fine,” agreed Jackie. 

“They should have some nice, new clothes, too,” sug- 
gested Cricket. 

“Yes, these old, iron ones are very stiff and spotted 
with rust,’* said Jackie. 

“Oh, I know what we can do!” cried Cricket. “I will 
bring one of my aprons and put on Jill and you can get 
one of your suits for Jack. I think our clothes would 
just fit them.” 

Down the rocks they scrambled and off to the house 
they ran. There, Jackie found one of his little suits in 
his dresser drawer and Cricket took one of her aprons 
from its hanger in the clothes closet. 

Then back to the fountain, with their bundles they 
scampered and up the rocks they climbed with much dif- 
ficulty now, for the bundles would get in the way. And 
as they had to hold the clothes with one hand they only 
had the other hand to help them climb. 


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APRIL SHOWERS' 


At last, and with Jackie’s help, Cricket had Jill dressed 
in the frilly, pink apron, and she certainly did look sweet. 
Then the trouble began, for they couldn’t get the suit of 
clothes on Jack. 

“You see, poor Jack cannot lift his feet to put them 
through the trouser legs,’* explained Cricket. 

“Well, then, put them on over his head,” urged Jackie. 

“Why, Jackie Jinks. We could only put one trouser 
leg over his head and then his feet would not be through 
them,” laughed Cricket. 

“Oh, well, just hang them on him and we will pretend 
that he is wearing them,” insisted Jackie. 

So Cricket fastened the neck-band around the little 
iron boy’s neck and also fastened the waist-b^nd around 
his iron waist. Then the little trousers hung down quite 
as if they really were on his legs. 

“Oh, oh! Isn’t he cute!” exclaimed Jackie Jinks. 

“Yes. I think that both Jack and Jill are cute,” de- 
clared Cricket, impartially. 

“Cricket, it is raining!” cried Jackie Jinks. 

Cricket looked out from under the umbrella, and to 
her amazement and distress saw that it was not raining, 
as Jackie thought, but the gardener had turned on the 
water in the fountain again. 

“See, Jackie,” she said, “it is not rain. It is just the 



Jackie Goes Back Into the Fountain 



116 


APRIL SHOWERS 


spray from the fountain. We were so busy dressing Jack 
and Jill that we didn’t notice it before.” 

“But look, Cricket!” cried Jackie. “See, the basin 
is full of water. How will we ever get over onto the 
grass?” 

“We will have to take off our shoes and stockings and 
wade through the water, I guess,” said Cricket. 

“Oh, hurry, hurry!” cried Jackie. “Very soon the 
water will be so deep that it will come up over our knees 
and wet all of our clothes.” 

“What shall we do with our shoes and stockings?” 
inquired Cricket. 

“I will carry them in my blouse,” said Jackie. 

So they quickly took off their shoes and stockings and 
Jackie tucked them carefully in his blouse so that they 
would not fall out. Then he pulled up his little trousers 
as far as they would go and Cricket held her skirts up 
around her. 

And then down the rocks and splash! splash! splash! 
through the water they went. 

“Oh, oh! It is cold!” screamed Cricket. 

“I like it,” declared Jackie. 

“Well, so do I, now that I am used to it. It seemed 
cold just at first,” said Cricket. 

Splash! splash! splash! On and on they went until 


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117 


they reached the rim of the basin, then they climbed up 
and tumbled out onto the green grass. 

“Hello, Cricket! Hello, Jackie!” called sweet little 
voices from up the hill. 

“Hello, Betty Jane! Hello, Glen Allyn!” returned 
Cricket and Jackie Jinks. 

“What are you doing?” asked Betty Jane. 

Then both at once, Cricket and Jackie told what had 
happened and showed them Jack and Jill all dressed up 
in their clothes. 

“Cricket, you had better go back and get your clothes, 
or they will get all wet and spoiled,” advised Betty Jane. 

“Why, we never thought of that!” said Cricket. 

“You stay here, Cricket, and I will go back and get 
the clothes,” promised Jackie, as he took the shoes and 
stockings from his blouse and put them on the grass. 

Splash! splash! splash! Jackie went back into the 
water and waded Splash! splash! splash! until he came 
to the rocks. Up he climbed and took the apron from 
Jill. This he rolled into a small roll and tucked in his 
blouse. 

Then he tried to take the suit from little iron Jack, but 
something seemed to stick and the clasps would not un- 
fasten. Jackie Jinks worked and worked, but nothing 
happened. 

At last he gave a quick, hard jerk. And would you 


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APRIL SHOWERS 


believe it, the whole thing gave away and Splash! went 
Jackie Jinks, right down into the water, clothes and all! 

“Oh, oh!” cried Cricket, and she ran to the fountain 
and jumped into the water to help Jackie. 

“Pooh! Pooh” sputtered Jackie, as he rose to his feet 
and tried to shake the water out of his eyes and ears. 

“I've got the clothes, anyway, and I don't care if I 
did get wet," he declared, bravely. 

“Never mind, we will go up by the barn and sit in the 
sunshine and dry ourselves," said Cricket. 

“Give me the wet apron and suit and I will hang them 
on the bushes to dry," promised Betty Jane. 

“And I will get papa's umbrella and we can all play 
that we are Jack and Jill and stand under it," said Glen 
Allyn. 

So everyone became very busy, and when Glen Allyn 
came back with the umbrella, three fluffy, baby ducks 
followed him. 

Very soon the hot sun had dried Cricket's and Jackie’s 
clothes, so they came to play under the umbrella with 
their little friends and the ducks. 

Then all of a sudden something unexpected happened. 
There was a crash of thunder and a flash of lightning. 
Then the rain began to pour down. 

“Come, quick!" laughed Cricket. “We must all sit 
close under this big umbrella, or we will get all wet again." 


APRIL SHOWERS 


119 


The little, fluffy, yellow ducks were eager to get wet, 
so they spread their tiny wings and ran as fast as they 
could out into the rain, for they love the water and never 
fail to enjoy it. 

“Quack! Quack! Quack!” said the first little duck to 
his brother, which meant, “Did you ever hear the old 
proverb which our mother says is true?” 

“Quack! Quack! Quack!” replied the second little 
duck, which meant, “No. What is it?” 

“Quack! Quack! Quack!” said the third little duck, 
which meant, “I will tell you. It is this, 

“ ‘April Showers Bring May Flowers.’ ” 


Rags and the Sticky Fly-paper 


NE day Rags went out to have some fun all by him- 



self. He wandered down through the pasture and 
on to the orchard. 

He really wasn’t seeking anything in particular. He 
just wanted to look about. He enjoyed sniffing the fresh 
air fragrant with sweet clover and other blossoms. 

Suddenly he sniffed a little harder and a good deal 
quicker. Yes, it was something other than flowers which 
he smelled. 

His nose went straight in the air and his whole body 
became tense and rigid. He felt very much excited. 

“It is a rabbit that I scent! Yes, sir, a rabbit! I won- 
der where it is?’* 

Again he sniffed, and he sniffed so fast that his little 
black nose looked like a solid wrinkle. 

“That rabbit must be over there,” he thought. 

“No. It is over here,” he decided. 

Quickly he put his nose to the ground and ran to find 
the rabbit, hoping that his nose was leading him in the 
right direction, for he was not much of a hunter. 

“If I can only find a rabbit for Cricket and Jackie, I 
will be very happy,” he thought to himself. 


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RAGS AND THE STICKY FLY-PAPER 121 


“Then, too, Snow-white would have a little playmate,” 
he added. 

“Yes, ever since Tags found Billy Raccoon, I have 
wanted to make my dear mistress and master a present,” 
he panted. 

Just then Rags saw a little, brownish grey animal sit 
upon its hind legs, raise its pretty head high in the air and 
wrinkle its bunny nose in quick, frightened sniffs. 

Like a flash Rags ran for the rabbit, but the little wild 
creature had the start of him and bounded off toward her 
home. 

The little rabbit even laughed to herself. She really 
enjoyed the excitement of the chase, for she knew very 
well that Rags could not catch her. 

Suddenly Rags saw her disappear right into the ground. 
She was just a little bit ahead of him, too. 

After she was safe in her own doorway, she turned and 
called back to Rags: 

“Come and visit me in my burrow, if you can. I have 
three nice baby bunnies down here and they have never 
seen a dog like you.” 

Now Rags knew that she was making fun of him, and 
it made him feel very cross. In his disappointment he even 
barked three short, snappy barks. Then he had an idea ! 

“I will call upon Mrs. Bunny. I will dig my way down 
into her burrow and surprise her.” 


122 RAGS AND THE STICKY FLY-PAPER 


Quickly he set to digging with his front feet, and the 
dirt went flying all over him. Part of it stuck in his curls 
and very soon he looked like a huge lump of earth himself. 

Now it happened that the gardener had tied sticky fly- 
paper around all of the trees to keep the worms from climb- 
ing up and eating away the leaves. 

On this morning the piece on the tree right above Mrs. 
Rabbit’s burrow had blown loose. Now as a big gust of 
wind came along it flopped wildly and then fell onto the 
soft earth right back of Rags. 

Rags was very excited and did not see the paper fall. 
At last he became so tired with his digging that he sat down 
to rest. 

Now, would you believe it, he sat right down in the mid- 
dle of the sticky fly-paper ! Y es, sir, and when he jumped 
up there was the sticky thing pasted tight to his black curls. 

He danced about wildly and snatched at it with his 
teeth, but, oh, it tasted so bad and was so sticky ! 

Rags felt very much embarrassed. He tried to roll over 
and free himself, but the fly-paper only seemed to stick 
tighter. At last he decided that the only thing he could do 
was to go home and ask Jackie and Cricket to remove it 
for him. 

However, just as he crawled under the orchard fence 
he met Paws, and she exclaimed : 


RAGS AND THE STICKY FLY-PAPER 123 


“Why, Rags, what has happened to you, and what is 
that pasted onto you?” 

Rags sorrowfully told her. Paws wanted to laugh, for 
Rags looked so funny, but instead she tried to comfort him. 
She said : 

“Never mind; I will pull it off for you.” 

So the good cat stuck her sharp claws into the fly-paper 
and began tearing it away from Rags’ curls piece by piece. 

But alas! Right at the wrong moment she had to 
sneeze. Down went her whole foot right onto a turned- 
back piece of the sticky thing. 

“Oh, what shall we do now?*’ she cried. “I can’t even 
move my foot.’* 

“This is dreadful ! I am so sorry, Paws, to get you into 
such trouble,** said Rags. 

“Well, the only thing for you to do is to walk along 
slowly and I will try to walk beside you on three feet. We 
must find Cricket and Jackie. They will help us,** replied 
Paws. 

After they had gone a few steps, Rags stopped and said : 

“This kind of walking is too hard for you, Paws. I will 
bark and call our little master and mistress to us.*’ 

But Rags only had to bark twice when Jackie came run- 
ning out of the tent to see what made his pet bark like that. 

“Oh, Cricket, look!** cried Jackie. Did you ever see 
anything so funny?’* 


124 RAGS AND THE STICKY FLY-PAPER 


“Did you ever see anything so dirty as Rags?” laughed 
Cricket. “Come, we must go and help them.*' 

Quickly Jackie tore the paper loose and freed Paws; 
then he said: 

“You will both have to come to the house with me. 
Paws, I will have to wash the paper away from your foot. 
You never could do it yourself.” 

“We will give Rags a nice bath,” promised Cricket. 
“That sticky fly-paper will have to be soaked and scrubbed 
away from him.” 

Rags was so happy at the thought of being clean again 
that he insisted upon kissing his little friends* ears as well 
as their hands. Then, to further express his gratitude, he 
amused them by running like a streak in circles. 


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